Ganymede

I think I'll run away to Tel Aviv
Or maybe Ganymede
Go off and start a 1 man colony
Won't worry about the 1st and the 15th
My body might actually belong to me
And not some palm oil monopoly
No waiting around for WW3
Or another billionaire to tell me
That I owe it to god and country
To ship off and kill kids that look just like me
There's something off
About this star crossed rock
Strap in and blast off
I'll get lost in the stars
How's Pluto looking this time of year?
Love an underdog, I'll fit right in there
Or was it the underworld, I can't remember
But where I'm going no landlords may enter
This is my house, my domain
No tourism, no private planes
No single use plastics, no ad campaigns
Just sweet nothingness forever
The same
There's something off
About this star crossed rock
Strap in and blast off
I'll get lost in the stars
Maybe I'll catch a ride on Icarus
Asteroid or meteor, never knew the difference
Please just excuse my ignorance
But I need to get in some considerable distance
Because god, my god, I hate it here
Can't picture another geocentric year
Tarred and feathered, I'll fly straight past the sun and disappear
I'll disappear
I want to go
I want to fly
I want to believe there's a better place
So why can't I?