An Short Assessment of Pleasure

Something I somewhat agree with.

Man is slave to indolence, strung along Time in momentary bursts of movement, with the hanging noose served to all men in their tedium, as to provoke an action against the agonising ages of inactions. As such, one must deliberate any form of tolerant action shall be sought after, fought for, hence the root of all struggle is but a meager attempt at attaining the diluted replacements of death.

Author's Note

I found this along with the other poetry, so assume it's from the same period. I don't remember writing this, however, I do agree with the assertion on some levels, as infantile as it may be.