love-hate

I hate the people surrounding what I do.
I hate their narrow, imbecilic mentality.
I hate the culture, hate the codes of conduct.
Hate all the hypocrisy.

There's no freedom here. I was conned.
I feel like a soldier. I feel the tyranny.
I feel the suffocation. I feel the scorn.
My patience is waning thin. I must run.

Yet why am I standing still?
Why do I love the greens?
Why do I love the voyage? The encounters?
Why do I succumb to the cheap coax they call bonus?

I want to voice my passions. Touch the globe.
I want to execute my visions. Make them whole.
I want happiness. I want contentment.
I want freedom. I want balance.

All I need, is one step out.
Out of the border, out of the box.
All I need, is courage.
To run. Run free.

Free from the autocracy. Free from the oppression.
Free from exploitation. Free from discrimination.

All I need to do, is run.

Run.