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)
You forgot how to fly
You believed it was a childish lie
And you buried your wings apart from your heart
Now you’re lost
Not sure where to start
Friend, dig deep below your brain
You’ll find a treasure screaming out your name
Free the wings you used to have
And fly happily for the rest of your life
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee