It starts inside a dark room,
Where there is no light.
When you are feeble,
And your eyes are shut tight.
So you wait until its time,
Where you wait and grow a spine.
Deep in the dark waters,
Until it's the eighth or nine.
Then arrives the ninth,
And you're resurrected from the dark,
Out you come in light,
With some shine and spark.
You have a long way to go,
First, you learn to talk.
With the help of caring hands,
Soon you learn to walk.
You start living life,
Like it's a child's-play.
Without a worry in the world,
Always merry and gay.
Its time for you,
To hit the wild teens.
You go through the ups and downs,
And some fun in-between.
Before long,
You're called to be an adult.
Wavering and unwavering in confidence,
You learn to exult.
Amidst all of that,
you find someone who you call mine.
With whom you spend your life with
With some wine, summer, and sunshine.
As time passes,
You loosen the clutches of the world,
Then begins the inward journey,
Where your real being is unfurled.
The journey has been too long,
You feel old and have lost your prime.
Perhaps that's when it's reinvented,
The circle of time.