Revolving Door

Life is a revolving door,
A contraption both devilish and glorious,
Spinning within a cyclone,
A tornado of crises and marvels,
Spied through lucent glass,

Dizzy,
So dizzy,

Other figures ride alongside,
Friends and enemies,
Lovers and nemeses,
They get on and off at random,
Stepping out of sight and mind,

Whirling,
Still whirling,

As the years go by,
The door spins slower,
The options dwindle,
Eventually it’ll cease,
With only a single destination,

Silence,
No more heartbearts.