Cycles

 

Life tends to move in circles,
Like nature's eternal flow,
The highs and lows of existence,
In rhythm's perfect tempo.

Our souls are like a spiral,
Ever-growing as we learn,
Each step upon the journey,
Taking us farther than we've turned.

We chase after our desires,
We run from our own fears,
All the while we're circling,
Through the laughter and the tears.

This dance of life is endless,
As each rotation takes its toll,
Yet somehow we keep spinning,
In a quest for a greater soul.

So let us keep on twirling,
As we circle through the years,
Finding meaning in our cycles,
And joy amidst our tears.