This is an awesome poem, I love it! Makes sense, and helps sum up life and some of the bewilderment that comes with it.

"Snow besieges my plank door
I crowd the stove at night.
Although this form exists
It seems as if it doesn’t.
I have no idea where the
Months have gone
Every time I turn around
Another year on earth is over.

- Han-shan Te-ch’ing (1546-1623)"