Hustling and bustling while running around like headless roosters.

Building roads, skyscrapers, and rockets to the stars.

We’re always trying to figure out how to get to Mars.

All while feeling like we’re living behind bars.

I want green fields to lay in and to dig my feet inside the sea sand.

I want to taste the crisp valley air and stroll on gravel paths for hours on end.

I need no foreign home, I am nurtured by this land.

I don’t want to be enslaved and spend my days chasing wealth while there is freedom to be had.