Brag not to me about your walk upon
The road less traveled, for I'm not amazed;
Your trudge on it is nothing to harp on,
Because that trail was by another blazed;
The rebel that you claim to be is none
More than a front for fear that hides within,
And you a follower, another son
Of that sad crowd, you have been lead again
To hide behind a mask and leave beneath
That nothingness that makes you up, as wind
In a balloon, an empty, sword-less sheath:
You're ground-bound, powerless, stuck in the trend.
And what's the purpose, do you even know?
You have rebelled, but I must ask you: So?
Wow...awesome last line :)
ReplyDeleteLine 11 made me laugh. Good last line, interesting theme. Good poem.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea behind this.
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't have much imagery, but it doesn't need it. The idea is repeated every two lines in a thorough way, and the rhyme scheme does well to move it forward to the ultimate confrontation:
"So?" very stoner-esque.