I'd like to bid farewell
To the mystic madness

Just live
My boring life

See my darling sons
If not my strifeful wife

Play football at the ocean
Leave the ******* sadness

Embrace the ordinary
Which has both good and badness

But then I watch Dark Knight
Sense the psychic terror

Worry that our life
Might be a cosmic error

Feel inclined to fight
Be some kind of protector

Start thinking once again
Of the Resurrector

No peace, No peace for me
Just struggling toward the Night

The Batman is quite troubled
But he knows our plight

And he has insight.