A Contemplation
I haven't the faintest notion
Why some people live in the snow.
I can't, in my wildest dreams,
Imagine life without trails to go.

But then, I suppose it is fair
To never of others demand
Comprehension, when I am unhappy
With no pencil in my hand.

Art of Nature
branches of willow leaves brush the water
disturbing the pristine reflection
the ripples swirl
watercolors into motion
that settle into a mirror of glass

Atheism, or Nihilism, or As you Please
All is senseless:
Nothing means much.
All is worthless:
Nothing is as such.
All is a lie:
Nothing is true.
All are gonna die:
Nothing is to do.
All has no meaning:
Nothing is good.
All has no purpose:
Nothing is as it should.
All is indefinable:
Nothing really is.
All is questionable:
I don't exist.