Case #6. Escape

I hate this place 
One [bad word]  point 
On the huge map 
Without any borders 
I'm sick of all around 
Including myself 
Need some changes 
To feel alive 

I know the secret 
How to do what I need 
You wanna say that I'm crazy 
But I believe 

That I need only one flap of wings 
And that's all, I am free. Free! 
Of this rush and society 
Everything what I have before 

As I sad 
Small jump 
And flap 
Of my 
Huge black 
Torn wings 
For flight 
Away from here 

I got to take off 
Flying through the earth 
This people look like sucks 
With their live 
lot of problems 
In the daily bustle 
Don't bother me 
Because my drem in 
Reality