I am man made of mistakes,
the visible, unseen and the unwanted spots,
in mind, in heart and in body .
Filled with imperfection, in sound, in taste
in the inclination to wrong and dark.
Filled with the passion for new and dangerous,
and the love for hidden brutal realities.
I am no different than the falsified ego,
I grew and nurtured for years,
knowing that it was the reason of my fall,
I still saved and secured it to keep me alive.
Because as I said " I am a man made of mistakes".
However they have been
They have been similar
They have been consistent and they have been together
Because they make me who I am.
A man made of mistakes.
