Return To The Primitive

Slowing to a halt,
Unconscious feelings draw me nigh.
Then as I pondered,
It became such a wonder.
Primal instincts of primitive man,
Malcontent I winessed in modern hand.
Liberate my thoughts,
The solitude I sought.
The pith of my actions,
For internal satisfaction.
The final eradication,
Of all condemnation.
So away I must break,
From this wretched land,
Never again to be stressed,
By the tyrant man.