A man made of mistakes

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.