Hometown

Hometown

I do not wish to die where I was born.

The sentiment, the poeticness of death from your creation.

I do not understand.

I want to go out.

I want to pass over somewhere distant from my origins.

I do not want to be stuck.

The ground is hard. You can not dig a hole.

I will not fit in the cemeteries there.

I do not belong among them. 

I am animal.

I should be kept far away from human remains.

I am animal.