Thoughts of Freedom

Thoughts of a Traveller

Runic scribings in my veins
Writ of music, writ of Cain;
A path unchosen, the future ordained
Treading a path to which I am chained.

Ordered yes, but stagnating? No
A chartered freedom seems not so.
For if mine is chosen, so are all;
And self-knowledge is no chain alone.

To know one’s path is binding,
for the path lies in the finding.
To know is to have found the path;
thus, to know is to be aftermath.






I'm trying to expand out of a rather limited range, soif anyone has any advice, no matter how harsh brutal or just plain sadistic, fire away.

Cheerio,
Rubric

It's not bad actually. You broke the rhyme scheme at the end of the second stanza.

For if mine is chosen, so are all;
And self-knowledge is no chain alone.

This poem rhymes, but it doesn't really say anything. Focus more on your meaning more than the rhyming--that's what matters anyway.