Take me away
Away from this cursed path
The path we walk as humans
Rushed by time
Consumed by hate
Chased by approval
Sleep walking
Seeking the useless
This path
Wonky and jejune
Nothing more than wanton
Not seeing the misanthrope it leads us to
Living according to a paradigm
Surrounded by air of melancholy
Rather lead me into the field
Give us an abditory
Make us feel
Feel the greatness of ataraxia
Cause at the end
As it stands
We are nothing more than a nation of sheep
Ruled by wolves
And owned by ******* pigs