Strange feeling

Shrouded by the mist of tireness it's just so difficult to ponder. Can I someday leave my head out this over-lighted fog?
This gratifying sensation which cross me head to feet make me just lose my mind.
How be against something which is dreadful when it's impossible to know for what we are living?
Thus, the high succes of a several century where the peoples are always victims must base on power of unreflection thanks to tireness?
Is it so simple? Work is healhty and exhausted. Perfect. The perfect way to make peoples follow the crowd. Work to earn monney. Earn monney to buy your house to ahe good sleep. Earn monney to have expensive and confortable car to go at work. When end this circle?