I'm sick.
Sick of the same sights
Sick of the same smells
I've grown worn of the rituals
The same treeline
The same sky
The same stars hanging in the same place
as if I was frozen in space at the same time-
No. No more.
I am so tired of variations on a theme,
reliving the same day,
day after day.
I'm sick.
And I want to get well.
Freedom is the only cure
for this wave of oppression,
this staggering degeneracy into
the death of exploration, the crushing
of dreams without warrant, the
tyranny of wage-slavery,
the wealth built on the
sweat of the masses;
the unending rat-
race, without
any cheese-
I'm sick
I must be free.