Friday, December 16, 2005

When all you have is what you see

I reflect on what have passed me by
I glee at the thoughts of what might have been
I gloat at the thoughts of what has been
I grimace at the thoughts of what should have been
But worst of all I was appalled
When I realized that all I see was

Me

Zed Ezekiel, M.i.N.d.B.l.o.G. 2005