You didn't get it? Neither did I.

I dream of a land faraway
Astray from society, away from reality
I'm not allowing myself to be another statistic
Nor a citizen of what people thinks is a country
I'm not being pessimistic
But what exactly do they mean by it?
How can we own one land and call it home
When all of it we can own
But no, people think mindlessly
Conforming to society
Trying to be fed by what they're informed
But that's not how I work
I don't do well with norms
For I recall that this piece of land was for everybody
And I have every right to own what belongs to me
Apparently I am on my own
Outnumbered by people struggling to work hard
To buy that place they want to call home
I am much happier alone
For I found my home
My heart is my home.
I dream of a land faraway from society
Where no one has to fight over land
Which was theirs all along.