Some Other Place

I'm travelling a mile away to a place where I'll be away from everybody
Yet so close to a million life bodies
They said hit the gym work out I'll get a piece of mind when body is in shape
Now I'm looking up at these shapeless clouds and wishing I could join them to their final destination
Because the sky is soo peaceful
But can't fly like birds and can't float in pools so I'll that pass and won't allow uncertainty to paint my future on canvas
I'll break every easle
Doing this myself there is no time to figure out the abstract because I even failed when it was portrait
That's why I'm headed to that space where landscape is calm and has a worthy contrast
My suspenders should make me float on top of the universe with a helmet on
So when I trip off a comet or forces snatch gravity from my back pack and I'm landing head first with the spead of a rocket
No iron rod will pierce skull and poke left eye ball from its socket
I'm going to some other place where I can fornicate with the stars
Impregnate venus to have sons who'll thor humans because deeds are cold
IS beheading humans like pigs turning the world into an ampatuan thats how pork is sold
The west attacking other states for a dozen false reasons but the truth is in the oil and gold
So in the torn of a horny nymph i say take me wherever tranquility prevails
Whether I'll galop like stallions untill I fade in a distance or set sail in a raft made of care tyres
I just want to escape
My dreams told me of a place better than zion where religions have been swallowed by pythons and the grass is green like baby dandelions
This place reminded of utopia because of the highness
And everyone was an emperor just like Haile Selassie of ethiopia
I want to be a this exact place that I see in my dreams because of the peace and happiness
No one would judge me by words in my poems or the nappiness of my hair
People stayed in their lanes and minded their own business you would think that they just didn't care
Race was left on tracks at the stadia people were decendants of love
Colourful clothing woven from looms were made from rafia
And the golden pendants that dangled on necks spackled like the sun above
And presently at this place that is wrong
Gunshots continously ding dong through cities like bells
They could pass for beats to your song
My search for a cure has failed formular too obscure
Baby minds are feeding fat on SMA's and Similac
Apathy on the rise no one cares whether you die or live
The hastags are what I despise they are too obsolete to get trendy
#AccraFloods is same #BlackLives doesn't matter because #BringBackOurGirls is still pending
I share my two cents and they say I'm condecending
This is why I want to be at some other place that is also free from diseases pedophiles and terrorists
So allow me to still sleep if this place I see in my dreams isn't real
So I can continue sight seeing like a tourist