I lay in bed contemplating,
After awhile finally realizing,
There was no gain from meditating,
We are all slaves to the cruel mistress,
Her name being a mystery,
No one knows and no one can answer,
There is freewill but without satisfaction,
We are all slaves so why do we wonder?

Walking down the street,
I stop and stare and weep,
There on the wall before me,
Was posed a curiosity,
An abyss with no end,
Or perhaps just an extension of nothingness,
All that was truly known is that it seemed bright as night,
As time slowly crept away I was noticed by a stranger,
He inquired why the snowman provoked me so,
All I could reply was "I simply do not know."