boot camp

I must obey the rules,
I must be tame and cool,
No staring at the clouds,
I must stay on the ground.
In clusters of the mice,
The smoke is in our eyes,
Like babies on display,
Like angels in a cage.
I must be pure and true,
I must contain my views,
There must be something else,
There must be something good,
Far away... far away from here...