This world is bustling day and night,
But no one's really free.
They live in what they think is truth
And none of them can see.

The world is full of blindness
And they all have their illusions,
But those of us who point them out
Are put in institutions.

I really want to leave this place
And make my own small corner;
Nothing big, a place to live
As Planet Earth's Sojourner.

I don't need coins, I don't need bills
To keep my world going.
All I need are seeds of life,
And then I'd start my sowing.

The world is twisted; I want out.
I just don't need this culture.
People act like scavengers.
They're copying the vulture.

I can't be like the others are.
The answer is vacation.
I'll go away and not come back.
Who needs this horrid nation?

In some new place I'll start again
With rain in mild showers.
Then crystal water will appear
And change my seeds to flowers.

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