Failure in the Blood

Do you regret an event from happening, Before or after it has occurred? Can it occur to us that failure is in us all? A path or road for all of us to walk one day— Is that the way we should remember it, Or scurry about life as if we don’t know. The failures we inflict is in our blood, A human tendency that cannot be misplaced.

Blame is a short stick to point, That can easily turn back upon us. So shallow and natural to the world— That it is a must to the rest who come after it all, This is the best we can do, As our minds turn on each other With a soul to scream its retreat. Now can you regret an act? As it was all meant to be bound, Within the sacred threads To bind this tapestry to us— Showing the reality that life is, And how wonderful it could be?