To a Friend

My Friend
I didn't teach you
anything
that you
didn't already know
you just needed
someone
to show you
The crossroads
where you were standing
under that skeletal tree
listening to the shadows
 Whispering
Telling you
what you should be
But you
chose your own path
the path
of what will be
will be
in this
sad world
of conformity
where being
Different
has become a crime
to the Herd
that has no Spine