I walk a long-familiar path
Pondering voices left unheard
and think of all that has been lost
Life and music, love and words
The beauty once expressed is left,
Cold abandoned, dying still.
As more lose their distinctiveness
More and more lose their free will.
The artists become all alike
If they still exist at all
All is left unheard, unsaid
And all uniquity will fall
Yet some remain unconformed
Some still stand up on their own
And while we should be joining them
They must stand apart, alone.
Author notes
This was a free-write that went in a far different direction than I was thinking it would...but I decided to keep it anyway...tell me what you think.
Yeah! I finally edited this piece. Like 18 (okay, like 1 or 2) years later! It's a little better, but I couldn't do anything about the atrocious rhyme. 
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Nice write here, I'm not sure how I missed it. There's almost no way to judge how much society influences us, and it's only through constant work and analysis that we even notice the times that our decisions were decided by societal influence. We can and should try to stand up for what we believe is right and true.
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beautiful
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I absolutely love the flow of this poem.. it literaly just dances of your toungue as you read it.. the candence is just amazing, and of course the story is expertly told.. well done. i love this write.
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Holy Cow! I'm stunned by the brilliance and beauty of this piece. Beauty in form and structure. Brilliance in the message. Keep writing.
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Really powerful ending, they'll be stronger for standing alone. The whole poem was worded really nicely, and it speaks a great form of the Truth art isn't truly great art if it can be imitated by anyone.
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Isn't it funny how we do that? We intend to write about one thing but our minds take us in an entirely different direction. This is very nicely written. I enjoyed your natural rhymes. It really sounds like the words just flowed out of you. Well done!
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