Puzzled
I climb the spiral staircase, one step at a time,
I seem to walk in circles, morning, noon and night.
Nothing ever changes, yet nothing is the same,
So subtle are my footsteps, yet I falter again.
Peaceful is the tread, slippery is the edge,
With laughter and joy, or despair sharp as a knife,
Every step leaves me puzzled,
On the spiral staircase of life.
