It continues eternally, smooth and perfect,

 a loop unending

We struggle to understand it from the moment of our arrival, 

stunned and blinded by the light of the world

Continually striving, 

climbing,

 growing and changing,

Becoming, unceasing,

 perpetual in the nature of the transformation we undertake.

Until the last minute, we are in a constant state of metamorphosis, 

undeniable,

immutable.

The circle of life both beautiful and tragic, 

the joy of birth,

The devastation of death, 

the moment the light enters and leaves the world.

 Neither created nor destroyed, 

The loop continues, everlasting and unbroken.