This poem, by W. Weaselhausen, is about being disillusioned with the small-town mindset of mediocrity, and aiming for something bigger.
As a giant with tear-soaked eyes,
A rumbling hunger and guilt-ridden thougts,
I looked down at the place I'd once called home.
It could not contain me any longer
For my ambitions were more than mere mortals could comprehend.