CIRCLE:

In the orbital spinning of dying & living,

Child, youth, middle-age and old dying,

The circle of life is a continuous abyss,

 Unknown mystery, misery & total bliss.

Birth, appearing from death´s dark chasm,

Red & twitching with angry howl & spasm,

Not knowing which way, nor how to go,

Having a choice, left, right, fast or slow.

Growing, at times feeling woe & sadness,

But we can instead, opt for joy´s gladness,

Instead of looking glum upon the ground,

We can soar up above & not look down.

Death leads to our very first in-taken breath,

We live our lives, then silently,in tiptoes death,

Anew we are born & first breath taken again,

And we struggle to restart the circle of pain.