I have made more than one error.
As if just a sharer
Of all things error and mistake
More than a cup, a lake
All the mistakes that I have made,
Each a different shade.
Make me a very changed person.
Possible to worsen.
Despite this, I can learn from them,
Then I won’t be as dumb.
Maybe then I might just improve,
And people will approve.
No matter what I’ll even do,
The mistakes will cut through,
And remind me that I messed up.
Notwithstanding buildup
Then things come crashing down again
Mocking an endless cycle.
They fall back down repeatedly,
I act conceitedly.
Even after I’m feeling numb,
There’s repeated outcome.
I wish things would finally change,
Things I could rearrange.
Make them perfect but I cannot,
After all I have fought.
I remain nothing but the same,
An everlasting flame.
