As Alice sat and pondered on the question
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"
The world she had known
Was changing in many ways
Or was it that her eyes were awakening
From the dream she had been living
Since the beginning
The world as she saw now
Was full of madness and non-sense
It almost made sense
And the sense she once knew
Almost became non-sense
As well as the madness she had never known
Became clear to her why she had never known it
For along with this pointless life
Which she had been living for some time now
Came the understanding of reality
That there is no purpose to life
No meaning hidden or exposed to us
Just like the riddle she had now figured
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"
