Transcend

I sit here waiting.

In a country

that I have

and will forever live in.

I live in an escapist fantasy.

Waiting for a certain time.

A time to start a change

in this country I will die in.

Yet as the age for change approaches,

it only feels like another fantasy.

In this country that isn't mine,

this country I was born in,

I reside.

And I give it a new name.

It is almost like a new country,

but in name only.

The workings of the country remain,

and I feel more free to think.

But the country has not changed.

This country repulses me,

that is my thought,

but maybe that will change

when that mythical age comes

and this country has changed.