On Down The LineA Poem by Matt HargenraderA poem detailing the corruption of society.
Here I go again, I'm caught sitting in my room.
The lights dim, my thoughts: grim. Close by, my haunted past looms. I can't understand why my mind is so complex. All alone, no one's home. I am awake yet perplexed. I think of free-will and predetermination. Is it choice, your own voice, Or made up revelations? The war of facts and myths leaves us caught in between. What's at stake's a mistake. The moment is what's serene. Many of us believe we need a moment to backtrack. But to dwell in the past is a moment we can't have back. Why does society like to emphasize history? It does us no good to ponder over topics of misery. And nobody lives life to the fullest, nor has zero regrets, Yet we preach these ideas for the mindless to digest. All I'm saying is we have a conundrum on our hands. A constant war between ourselves and society that we can no longer stand. My mind insists it differs from society. It's unique, a mystique, Yet far from sobriety. My mind's subjected to cultural stimuli. It's tattered and shattered, And it follows down the line. I want to be different like I once believed. But now I realize your own voice isn't all that you need. We may believe our actions speak louder than our words, Yet I was once told the pen's mightier than the sword. With this in mind, why do we act in such a manner? Why are we brainwashed and fed the Star-Spangled Banner? We want to be different like we once believed. My individuality was killed by the masses, and now I'm left bereaved.
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2 Reviews Added on May 26, 2016 Last Updated on May 26, 2016 AuthorMatt HargenraderBristow , VAAboutI'm 19 years old, and I attend Penn State University. I grew up in Bristow, Virginia. I've been writing ever since I can remember. From song lyrics, to poems, to short stories, I love writing. One day.. more..Writing
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