Spinning and spinning around 
and so goes life
twirling dancing and throwing
as cavalierly as fall
leaves as insignificant as
snow flurries and bumping
into each other like
revelers in mosh pits
This is this thing
that we call life
No rhyme nor reason
although we try to
assign it some degree
of significance but really
all that is constant
is the waltz that
we see every day
between sun and moon