Face it to fix whatever's been done.
And open ears to listen...
To re-script to fit,
If...
Success is wished.
Success just not come to anyone.
Especially one fearing to admit,
They have made mistakes...
To have faked taking place.
And...
One's relentless practice to enact,
A perfection...
Does not erase,
Those same mistakes.
Face it to fix whatever's been done.
And open ears to listen...
To re-script to fit,
If...
Success is wished.
Face it to fix whatever's been done.
If success is wished...
With a wanting it to come,
To re-script to fit.
Get over mistakes made to admit,
And rid them quick.
To re-script to fit.
Be bold,
Let them go to be gone!
And just re-script to fit.
Be bold,
Let them go to be gone!
And then re-script to fit.
Be bold,
Let them go to be gone,
If it's success you wish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem