Peer Depravity

Late one night I deamt of a boy
Whose path lay at a fork in the road
His choice as to which one to take
Was clouded by judgement of those
whom he looked up too he wanted to try
to be just like them, to be completely fake

The first path lay in sunight and flowers
but was nothing the beauty died during winter
The second path was dismal and dark
but in the end lead to something much better
Which road was taken which choice empowered
The road of the peers to fulfill his heart

Its much colder now and the trees silently whistle
On one road desolate and a sad cry can be heard
Nothing is left of what choice was made by the boy
Indeed, nothing plays at all, reality has blurred
Watercolors run together painting a picture dark and still
of a grave alone, unmarked and missed by nobody