to what?

to what pleasure do i owe,
these visits of pain and anger?
to what pleasure do i owe,
these bouts of hate and
and constant tension?
to what measure do i go,
to keep these thoughts at bay?
to what measure do i go,
to escape these idiotic,
ruthless and inhuman creatures,
that prey for my blood?
to what heights do i climb,
to get away from this world?
to what height do i climb,
to be free of colonial minds?
to what level do i jump,
to understand many a thing?
to what level do i jump,
to evade such a scene?
to what do i go?