Comments about Zach Bielak
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.
The template that is this life becomes so plain.
I decide to be distinct, to stand up against adversity.
Choose to love what I want to love,
to hate what I want to hate,
for these principles I do uptake.
Can you not feel the prison that they built?
The chocking collar that you've slipped around your throat?
You say you understand,
but you stare at me ...