There’s a spiral in the universe
Where things go ‘round and ‘round
Everything is caught up in
The race to reach the ground

Some call it entropy
And others call it life
I prefer to call it knowing
You’re falling on a knife

All the ostentatious ones
Who stand out from the crowd
To become known for heinous deeds
Their voices brash and loud

Others lay in quiet dark
Waiting just to strike
Leaping unexpected, then
Relieving them of life

Some live innocently enough
Though more ignorant than good
They know not that their days are wasted
And drowning if they could.