Zach Bielak Poems

I see a fun house maze of faces all around me.
They all look uncertain and the same.
Society has molded us into mirror images of each other,
uniform clothes, identical thoughts, and twin expressions.
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For what do I owe this system?
All it ever did was hold me back,
the standards that I was bound with never relaxed.
They bogged me down in this murky life,
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I am the Observer.
Occupying the realm between the object and the impression,
Time becomes meaningless, just a measurement of state of mind.
What came before me is nothingness, and what proceeds me is the eternal void.
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