We crave for perfection; in the hills and valleys When we are not perfect; not even as the stars We employ our wits to course Yet we rolled our egos in errors

We task our brain beyond the clouds And employ our talents to life's mystery, We worked day to night, To perfect our mastery Yet in mistakes we are bound.

We sort the divinity, To escape a life of error, We keep up to monitor the time and space, Yet life itself was built in error.

A life free of mistake is no life at all, Mistakes made us who we are, And who we will become, Nobody is above it, Nobody should be above it.