Analysis of Leaving here

Time's changes are refilling, lifting
Spaces of conflict chasing flights, returned
From the waste of minds, great and small
Mimicking past, for future rewards and budgets
Building upon clouds of fancy, no anchor
Restricts the use or meaning of words said
Hopes dashed as their raised to the sun
Burned and branded, with the cold visions
Fools, who lifted their voice, expressing
Doubts unfounded, playing for emotions
Lead me to wish for release from the chains
Holding me to this existence, ready to leave
To explore what's next for my restless soul.