Mistakes
Many, oh so many
Let me count how many
Check the ledger, check the ledger, and check the ticks upon the ledger
Stumbling, falling, crawling, and sprawling
Mistakes, let me count how many
Mindful, observant, a morphous of regeneration
Marshaling from the deepest depths
Marching onward, in step, like a soldier from days old
Onward, ever onward, toward the spirits horizon
Learning, searching and for ever yearning
Thirsting, an unquenchable thirst for, knowledge, truth and the light
Marching forever onwards
Tom Wood Copyright © 1999
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