Oh here we go again

The feeling of being stuck in time

Like my feet are dragging in slime

I can set out a search in motion

But no matter what there will be commotion

For I have lost my contact lens again

I have asked my brothers and sisters

If they were okay with getting blisters

From running around the city, like true visitors

As we reached our neighbor’s door

We begged at their feet, on the floor

To come along on this great tour

For I have lost my contact lens again

As the police men arrive

I ask if they can drive

So I can take five

For I have been so very deprived

For I have lost my contact lens again