i need not worry of unspeakable enemies
  from across an ocean whose water i’ve
  never tread… never seen… much less
  traveled upon.
i’ve feet that’ve always recognized the
  earth… never having been
  a foreigner.
and tis this monotony of life which has
  systematically stolen my life.
i do not worry about an explosive death…
  one which would rip through me
  unexpectedly.
that is not to imply that such violence would
  be a welcomed end to a wasted life…
  but rather that i’ve a mind imprisoned…
  and till i seek escape, i’ll care little
  for the problems of the world.
till i step beyond my means, it will always
  be too big to fully comprehend.