Get Me Out Of Here

Ugh, I wanna go to Paris and be French.
Or London and be British.

There's nothing for me here with the North Americans.

Am I forever to be condemned in this unrefined, closed-minded, cultureless land of nothingness?

I want passion, I want dreams and expectations that can stand.

Though I also want uncomformity, reformation and counterintuition.

I want it all. But I digress.

I don't want to bite more than I can chew.

Maybe one day this land of brain-washed nothingness will be fruitful and

Offer me something that slightly ressembles the Promised Land.

For now, French art and English literature will keep me company

For I need a rapid way out of my insanity.