Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
I find no comfort in the facts you give
The numbers of people dying
While some refuse to live
Adventures never taken
By free people, or so they say
Money is the reason
In these offices we stay
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee