This place

This place
Is no longer good for me.
I'm turning into a shadow
of the man I used to be.
Indepedence is all well and good,
but freedom's never free.

This place
Is full of things I now despise.
Most of the faces around me,
I can barely recognise.
Familiar sights breed discontent,
when viewed through weary eyes.

This place
has now turned into that place.
Satisfaction was in hot pursuit,
But has since given up the chase.
Indifference comes in various guises,
but has a charming face.

This place
has made its final empty boast.
It's time to pack the suitcase,
and re-direct the post.
In case you ever need me,
I'll be somewhere down the coast.