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The Observer of Time


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The Observer of Time

 

The ground moves as I stand still

My eyes gaze with weakness

Cars dash past me with great speed

 

The Complex Labyrinth seems to move in circles, somehow endless

The same events one after another,

Yet every once in a while a new pattern sets and repeats

That is the only true way I know I am moving . . .

 

I see without eyes

I hear without ears

What illusion scorns me when I am alone

What am I . . . ?

I wish to move with the cars,

But my mind searches for the Grand Perspective,

to stop and see the Complex Labyrinth Clearly.

 

-written fall of 2005 (high school freshmen poetry)

Edited by Christian000
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