I often imagine myself putting on a magical Ring.
And disappearing inside another world.
Where I am God King!
You see, I found the Ring as a gift,
perhaps from aliens or Higher Powers.
Regardless, I am the ultimate force of creation.
Inside the Ring World, which is mine!
So, not being a weak fool anymore,
like on the outside,
an insect made to toil for absurd things,
I devote myself to pleasure and rest!
I create a copy of the outside, inside.
Only more perfect, because it’s my Ring World!
I surround myself with beautiful people
Whom I love and they love me back!
I have time for leisurely knowledge, I know peace.
And thus, I am finally happy, free, fulfilled!
Oh, don’t despise my sad, my only defense.
