Pessimists are the ones who walk away from a vital fight, where the victors are often nought, and no losers deserve to flop; After years of pouring sweat, nonetheless for others to take, endeavouring faithfully as bait; Finding oneself in the home of hallucinating delight, when entirety belongs to the might; Agreeing that life has its joy and pain, which are merely things like hunger and an itch, alike.

Realizing that all these words make no sense for the faithfully devoted, or even the sceptically inclined.

But funny, how the moon will always inspire the slackers who ponder, in the influence of escapism.