And Socrates once drank Hemlock to ease the pain forever, yes wisdom is agony. And living as you are, never a blessing. We are known and educated, fucked up in society and manipulated. We hanker for truth and bliss, but we receive? We receive?? Goddamn, you pray and hope and save and just nothing... but we all know that god gives us just what we can handle, what will make us stronger, more alive. We are given just what we need, what is right, so why does it make me toss and turn at night? The covers sweaty full of despair as I'm letting of steam in my bedroom air. The windows frozen when all is closen and lost behind a key, so many, so many. So in the end I guess, though I wish it weren't true, everythings alright...