a poem I wrote in high school

[trajenny]

This appears on my senior page in my yearbook
Not very good, but it's always interesting to rediscover old work

Follow the yellow brick road, they said.
but I've been following all along
and it must be the light that tiptoes
behind me, casting shadows
and silhouettes for me to chase.
but when this ends or when I turn off 
this endless, directionless path,
there will be only edge.
I will receive no badge of courage,
no advice, no way home.  I await
only the half-smiling realization, that
the light can no longer cast darkness
before me when there is no surface
to catch its grief.  No reason to press on
through the flashing signs screaming
"hypocrisy" only to stand at the edge
looking down.  I wish the current of
conformity would for once take the
shackles off and unleash me from
such limitless limits.  Yet, I am pushed
from all sides toward my oblivion
in this whispered, flowing crowd
blowing like the harsh desperate wind.
I can hear them sigh as they waft past.