There must be some way out of here...

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

Misinterpreted Epicurus

Easy now…this is no time to be rushing into things. It must be gently eased into. Atlas didn’t realize how easy he had it. What a burden one has with this mortal coil. Thrust it off? Too easy – perhaps too tempting in its simplicity. I long for a feeling beyond the mundane – reinvigoration. Complacency…Consistency…the trappings of normalcy. May as well be dead.

Mental and physical pain has lost its appeal. Someone please usher in the pleasure – the limitless, inhibitionless pleasure. Misinterpreted Epicurus would be proud.

The light is just around the corner – happiness is surely in the light. Same old day, different shit.