There must be two kinds of failure
One that helps see beyond the woe
Another to see nothing else but the woe
If I should say, life we live persisting on the beyond
Even if we never live to see the future of these
Even when we wake up to another colour on the wall
Truthfully, empty may be the joy it brings
We must continue in the emptiness in the absence of 'nother failure
We then are obliged to continue in our failure and find joy in its state
Surprising thing it is how success in its wholesome state be sad
Choose you not empty joy over wholesome sadness?
All in all, if failure is not life, then life is nothing at all
Therefore, fail forward my friend
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