He'd rather be
A woodcutter
Than the King
of England.
Maybe he'd rather be
A god,
Than talked about
In the book.
I'd rather die
Than go on
Searching for
Some sort of life.
I should be living.
To ponder legacy
Is to hope what happens
When we are no longer here
To care what happens.
So I've tried my best
Not to care what happens.
The problem is
I am still here
To care what happens.
The first section started off well. Really good. From what I can interepret, it's about searching for self-definition, not of a definition provided for you by others. The only thing that put this poem to a halt was the second section. Kinda confusing to understand if you ask me... too many 'what happens' that put my mind into "huh?" mode.