Wednesday, March 25, 2009

At the end of the day

at the end of the day

I know I was wrong,
most of the time I was wrong, but
then and now, I'm not ashamed.

I did what I knew best,
I did what I was told -
I kept going.

I was wrong and I'm not ashamed.
I kept going, I moved on.

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