It all started off so sudden,
Just with little chats that is,
But soon those chats turned into long nights,
Staying awake with purpose for some may grow tiring,
Showing such commitment for some must be unpleasant,
However for me the nights grew shorter and I experienced enjoyment.
The days were long and happy,
But you see happiness never lasts forever,
As soon a disagreement was remembered,
There was no need to quarrel though since soon it was dismembered,
The happiness returned and all grew calm once more.
There it was again..a problem,
She said she couldn't see the future.
At first I shed a tear,
While having to admit I had sinned in fear.
Having lost it all,
Alone for a period of days letting out a "small shriek",
The sadness settled in and I had gotten weak.
Things spiraled out of control,
Before I knew it I was begging for her back,
I don't know why she took me up again,
All that is for certain was simply not to complain.
It all started over from the start it seemed,
The nights grew short again for quite awhile this time,
Alas as you can probably guess it did not last,
The nights were getting colder without her by my side,
After all the rules and regulations did not coincide.
We were drifting apart,
If only we could both feel that she was my artificial heart,
Even now I do not know if she understood my motives,
Or the role she played in keeping me together with emotion.
All though now we barely talk and reside in different plains,
I hope she'll realize that in my soul she will remain.

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."

At first the sands flow smoothly,
They go passing by,
You innocent young devil,
Knowing not how lucky you are to thrive,
Soon you will grow older and begin to whine,
The sands will stop passing by so smoothly,
They will whip about and bite,
for as you have grown older,
Developing the idea how to fight,
The struggles gotten stronger as you push back against the wind,
Soon the hourglass will break and the sands will be released,
Scattered across oblivion no one will remember how they were pleased.

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?