Bob Dylan mood

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

I was tagged

I was tagged by Emy and it's issue is to write 6 things i should have done before reaching 18

1- learned how to play any kind of musical instrument
2- made some critical decisions right from the first place
3-kept playing sports and stick to one that I was good in
4-Stopped living without an aim in my life like a hippie
5-keep friends since childhood and learn to be more sociable
6-to stop dreaming about miracles

well I should tag 6 more friends but I don't know who to tag so I wont tag anyone

One thing doesn't make a man

One thing doesn't make a man

I Just miss

Today being walking up early which is not something I usualy do and listening to pick of the pops was making my day I just remembered the sunday mornings in London .Walking up at 8 in the morning having a good breakfast having a good cup of coffee and then going out buying the newspapers. Then talking the bus number 13 to go to goldens green to go to greegs to get my special suasage rolls and my jam donuts and then taking back the bus number 82 to go to Regent park or s't james. sitting on the bench reading my newspapers and having a cup of tea with my suasage rolls and dounets and listening to the radio which is mostly to the BBC radio 2 and too it's sunday music shows and then going back home walking and passing by regent street and oxford street looking at the shops and the busy tourists buying things and diffrent people all in the same place. somtimes I just forget that I'm a tourist my self. Just by entering home I take out a pizza from the freezer and putting on it my extra cheese and some shrimps and tuna and puting it in the oven for a twenty mins at that while puting my dirty things in the washing machine and then having my lunch then I have my tea while solving the sudoko in all the newspapers i have and the extra ones in the evening newspapers by finishing them and drinking about two cups of tea and half a dozen of cigrettes and ofcourse listening to the radio and after thet I just go have a good shower then lay in the bed reading the rest of the newspaper and listening to the David Jacobs show then i just fall in sleep to face a new working day in the morning and saying goodbye to a week gone and a nice sunday.And today I just missed all this I missed every part of it .I miss the parks the smily faces of the people the kids playing and feeding the birds with their mothers. I miss watching the sunset from the window seeing all london turning from morning to a dark night. I just miss all that