If I had to do it all over again
I need all the bruises to be the same
As I know not the difference between good and bad
Since some good came from the bad
And some bad came from the good
So as I cherish my existence
I too shall cherish each penance
Every each one that brought me here
For me to ponder thereafter
And let me look upon these days
As if it was gloriously hazed
Even though some may disagree
But to me
It is mine to say and do
So I shall not leave it up to you
To say what is mine to take
Or what is mine to break
As within each and glorious days
Even though there is always some haze
Yet all is worthy of a place
Deep within this long and lonely passage
Zed Ezekiel, M.i.N.d.B.l.o.G. 2005
About Me
- Zed
- Seeking serenity through calamity. A bit of nonsense, a pinch of cool places, a touch of reality, and sometimes when it all comes together it makes sense. This is a journey into life. The sights and sound of what we feel may be similar, but with a dash of bullshit it might just be worth a read.
