Re:rewriting.

-       There must be some kind of way outta here,

said the joker to the thief.

-       There are many here among us, who feel that life is but a joke. There's too much confusion.

-       Hey, no reason to get excited,

the thief kindly spoke.

-       None were level on the mind, nobody up at his word. Business men, they drink the wine while plowman dig the earth.

-       I can't get any relief.

-       Women come and go; barefoot servants, too.

-       Well, we've been through that, and this is not our fate.

Outside in the cold distance, two riders were approaching while the wind began to howl.

It was getting late.