Can I Escape the Prison of Myself?
how did I get in this skin of wretchedness
without end
I cannot fly as I desire
I flounder on the ground
like a wounded dog
what price glory for my god self
joy and pain
without end
it marks the brain
so much joy
so much sadness
there is no escape
alter the mind
drown in sex
does not suffice
as Nathan said
to satisfy the angst
shattered cultural strivings
to live to die
what does either matter
if the revolution comes or not
the living masses shall en

