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)
Our dreams were so big
They thought us fools
Our path was so new
For their old tools
Yet we pave a foot after another
And we create new dreams for others
For they think their dreams are too big to come true
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee