Release

I wrote this during a hard week at school. I was questioning my reasons for being there.

Away I traveled, to a majestic university,
Seeking false hopes inked in a prestigious degree.
I asked myself why I strived to achieve,
And I swam in frustration born from the answer in me.

I saw myself aimlessly approaching a fork in the road.
The choice was all mine, before now my path had been chose.
And I realized the problem with the life I blindly led.
It was not manifested by me, my whole life I'd been fed.

As I let all these ideas be shoved down my throat,
I spit, I sputtered, I reeled, and I choked.
No wait, no I didn't, I painfully swallowed them down.
If you are what you eat, I was nowhere to be found.

Now my shell of a body strides over a level, green lawn.
It looks to the sky wondering where I have gone.
I've left it behind because it no longer cared.
And now I am free, breathing fresh mountain air.