Coiled Mortality 

Coiled tightly around our center, the past spirals into a sacred path. 

Welcoming the conscious choices of the now.  

The future unfolds spinning, 

 in an unending motion. 

Perceptions spiral out,  

guiding the future and our emotions.  

Unable to live freely coiled around doubts. 

Our life spirals or dies. 

What seems to be a never-ending track constantly circling. 

Circling: the depths of a waterfall, flowing smoothly, then splitting and bursting into flames. 

On either side, a phoenix rising and a wise griffin flies. 

There are spinning planets and shooting stars. 

Leaving the Grim Reaper not far. 

Continuous circling is to blame for the season change. 

Winter is feared and summer brings cheer. 

Leaving us to wonder what's left behind here. 

Time ticks and turns as we spiral through. 

Choosing to be positive is up to you. 

Old or young, but feel brand new. 

Like the butterfly shedding their cocoon. 

Flying out and around the spiral can be torture.  

But continue circling as you'll become a mourner, 

finding some vultures in the left-hand corner. 

Spiral out to the border, there are keys in no particular order. 

With no guarantees as to what this existence means. 

Circling endlessly the centrality of life and death forever  

coiled within mortality.