I am my owner. right?

Theres a couch in the woods that I call my own
I pulled and tugged and brought it there
I consider it my home.

But The Man came as I kicked my feet back on a boulder in the woods
And he told me that land was his
So I'm not quite sure if I can sit there, even on the empty earth
Because someone has claimed it.
Does that mean someone has claimed me?

Is there any land left, lacking fencing?
Is there any free earth?
And if the land is owned then am I someones property as well?
Because Ive heard that
I am my mother's
And I am my father's.
I am my sister's
And I am my brother's.
I am my friend's
I am the town's
I am the country's
I am the president's
I am the world's
I am the God's
I am the satellite's zooming video's.
I am yours
I am what you perceive me to be.

So when can I own myself, America?
When can I be in my own authority, Governments of the Earth?
When can I ground my own two feet
And own my own mind and nothing else
And the land can own itself

Mother Nature is already getting back
I heard the screams in Haiti
And I felt the current from India
And a whisper went through the shackled trees near my house
And they cried a sugary cry
And the syrups slowly getting sh*tt**r on my morning waffles
And the apples in my pie taste so bitter
And the Ferris wheel just doesn't seem as high
As I stand looking up at my childhood memories and dreams
In deep confusion
Cuz Hey America
Hey almighty governments of our all too narcissistic, materialistic, power hungry, over estimatingly* large earth,
Who are you?
To claim my ownership?

Cuz there's a couch in the woods that I call my own
I pulled and tugged and brought it there
I consider it my home
But The Man came as I kicked my feet up, in the woods
He told me I wasn't allowed to keep it there
I said f**k it. And decided that I could.

*I know that's a made up word. But I like it anyway :P