I hate this place.

I hate this place;
An emblem for insecurity and ideal badly thought theism…
So suspended deep in space.
The boredom that sits here…
Eager to take me in no matter how far or near.
And like no other this place tames me;
An unwanted stranger to my nature in more than one way maims me…
So I stand and the still water pollutes my soul,
Now I get to deteriorate,
In mind and body grow old …
I hate this place; the knowledge gained controls me…
It destroys dreams,
Imagination was my only…
Now in a dull light;
In this place it disowns me…
So I stand in a crowd yet stand alone…
Forced to wear a fake crown;
Nettles,
Thistles,
Thorns and actions so I Myself have to constantly condone;
Constantly redo and in turn the idleness constantly re-owns.
So where has this come from?
We’re told we’re in a state of flux when we live among this muck but in the end we’re just stray ducks…
A duck has to leave its nest but by itself definitely;
It must fly away,
Not stay trapped in its cage,
Used as a resource and left for prey…
I hate this place;
An emblem for death before your time…
Your mind lost in spite and teenage crimes…
Then it goes…
Like a Falcon in the wind;
It goes…
Like a marriage in spring;
It goes…
Like a dream dreamt on the wings it goes…
And you’re left without a place;
Depression fills every capital, every space…
So in the end you’re just an alien race;
On a little green planet drifting out in a communist colony,
A world up in space…
In the end I’ve understood the key;
It’s just me and me…
There isn’t a way to be set free,
I hate this place…