Weary of Insanity

I tire of the human race. How much folly can we endure? We have sustained so much heartache by the fruit of our hands. I just want to get off this merry-go-round. There's no 'merry' and I'm dizzy. This rat race ends in death. We are at the mercy of our own design. We have created the maze, lined ourselves up, and pursued the utopian arsenic-saturated piece of cheese found at the end of this pre-determined destiny. Why don't we just jump over the three inch wall? Why don't we pursue true freedom? Obviously because of the lure for which we chase after.