Escape velocity

He just wants to escape.
From this trivial existence,
from this worlds indifferent persistence.


Here is where he was killed,.
here is where he was rebuild,
here is where he was subdued,
he knows now that he must get his due.

He is tired of walking pointlessly,
through jungles that extend endlessly,
where wild shoots of convention prick him incessantly,
where the dark shadows of irrational dogma loom eternally.

He need that push to be on his way,
to run like the wind and break through the grey,
and as he craves a brighter day,
he remembers what they say.

They enforce their centenarian laws,
constantly remind him of his flaws.
Every minute he spends here is like a year,
what wouldn't he give to sit under the bright sky,
in the pleasant meadows by the side of his dear.

He has always known that it is now or never,
and this collection of nows is his failed past for ever.
It is the baggage he has to carry,
but "I wont give up" he says,
"I will have the cake and the cherry"

This is the final cut, this is the last now he thinks,
as the bell tolls and his ear rings.
He must break the laws of society and gravity,
It is time he says... Time to gain escape velocity.