In woolen webs, a man is caught, Upon the mountain, his mind distraught. Entangled in threads of enigma's hold, A mystery to unravel, yet to be told. High above, on the peak he stands, Bound by woolen strands, like artist's hands. His eyes conceal secrets, a hidden plea, Lost in the tapestry of uncertainty. Each thread weaves tales of the soul, A labyrinth of emotions that takes its toll. Is he trapped or does he choose to be, In this woolen enigma, a riddle we see? The mountain echoes with silent whispers, As clouds caress his face, like gentle kins. Seeking answers in the vast, open sky, He yearns for freedom, to soar up high. The woolen enigma, an enigmatic dance, Intricate knots of life, a mystic trance. Unravel the truth, the essence of his plight, A journey of self-discovery, in shadows of light. Oh, woolen enigma, a puzzle divine, Unveil your secrets, let clarity shine. Release the captive, untangle his strife, Embrace the enigma, the tapestry of life.