Let Me Out

I’m wondering how do we get up and get dressed find our way out of this mess is there a trap door in the floor or a secret passage marked by elvish rhunes that only appears by the light of a full moon or sun lighting the keyhole at high noon how do we escape from this straight jacket of insanity and hate avoid our fate wipe clean the slate maybe through the sewer grate there is a way to fix it but should we even try or just lay down on the riverbank and drink some whisky and rye laced with arsonic or cyanide we have the power but most don’t know it or they’re too afraid to use it because they might blow it angry as hell but too scared to show it we have the rock in our hands but hesitate to throw it because we might hit our brother or father or mother or the next door neighbor or ourselves They say all good things will come to an end what if the only good thing to come is the end