I embarked on a situation, create the hypothesis for mistakes,
Mistakes isn't knowingly adding too much sugar to the cake,
Then you let it bake, afterwards the cake is baked it's too sweet, now it's a mistake.
Or is it?
But adding the right servings of salt and the cap releases allowing half the bottle to fall and the cake is salty, that's a mistake.

Don't get me wrong that simple explanation won't explain the full extent of what a mistake is and what it meant was that mistakes are depended on the understanding that knowing and not knowing finalizes the decision of making such mistakes.

If you can meditate on things that are wrong trying to put it in form to disguise it as a mistake, then that's your mistake.
Initially you make mistakes when the ignorance of something is present.
On the contrary carefully analyzing your actions and thoughts making proper covers for loopholes then doing the decided portion isn't considered a mistake.

don't tell me lies and afterwards say sorry it was a mistake,
You had time to think over those lies and the in this it results in life sentences.
Heart with no recompences,
Anger of the soul tenses,
Your mistake commences,
Now we're left with negative consequences.

Back to the beginning of your path heartbroken apart asking yourself, "Was that mistake worth making?"
Was that toothache sweet cake worth baking?
Was the thinking process worth taking?

Mistakes are out of the ordinary,
With lack of knowledge and wisdom and doing as we think rather than we know, it slow, we think, NO I don't think so, but even though our minds are clogged like someone's front door at Christmas with snow, we go the distance to allow our ignorant selves say or do things that we don't comprehend or have the evidence to show then we say sorry under low yet we learn and we will grow because that was a mistake.

So, before you approach me saying sorry it was a mistake think before you speak the same way you thought before you spoke or acted, rewind the tape repeat the situation again and again correct the matter in your brain before I ask you to maintain the words you are choosing to speak in vain..... "I'm sorry, I made a mistake!"
Or did you?

I crossed the river, I am on the other side,
I swam, I almost drowned but I survived.
The end of the road, my end result,
Is only just an award for the true beginning.

I will be free, I am now in a bigger cell,
The sadness that troubles me is that I just out of Hell.
Patronizing the remembrance, the pain I have endured,
A sinner with an influence and a job to secure.

Fatigue is a part of my daily routine and career,
I see in time my talents gained are increased and shared.
Yes the road of such journey has ended,
But there's much to cover and for many branch have been mended.

Home sweet home is a call of a distant traveler,
Grey skips, crying on the window pane I'm not a lone passenger.
I have grind and made it to the end of the road,
The end result is victorious and hundreds to be off load.

Alright! The finish line is in my reach,
All is needed is for me to slow march and quick march.
When I finished this book will be my motivation speech,
Of the journey I travelled individually,
A word to the wise is sufficient,
Wisdom taught to fools is prudent.
Men cannot stand alone,
But God by the side of men will ensure greatness to reach their throne.
Now there're two roads in front of me, I live by three rules I should push through comfortably.
Be tardy, Be punctual and obey lawful instructions,
If these rules aren't followed there will be destruction.
Pain was the foundation and blood the veils,
The prayers I sent to God was heartfelt calls.
I am changing slowly but surly.
A few steps and the end is near,
This point uncertainty is the trickster I fear.
I am stronger than I was before mentally and physically,
I over came the fight for my soul spiritually.
A word to the wise is sufficient,
wisdom taught to a fool is proficient.
Taking heed of the lessons the elders gave us to.
The speed of our creed was initiated by instructors by stampedes,
Some failed to lead and underestimated our deeds.
The final piece of the puzzle that shows the full picture,
The struggle was needed, in turmoil we gave unto Cesar.
A word to the wise was and will always be sufficient,
Wisdom spoken to a fool is in his benefit, and is prudent.

A plan was set in place,
Not sure if it'll work but it's a leap of faith.
God will lends a hand like he always do,
When I can't carry on anymore, HE helps me through.

I have few regrets, I mean who doesn't,
I need to climb I've learnt from failed attempts.
I hope this young lady I'm with reaches her goals,
I don't think I have it in me to let this one go.

My future is what I was working towards,
Whatever comes with it I pray it's good,
It has been so hard to continue progressing forward.
I keep fighting day by day as I should,
God alone knows if I had the power to remove myself from existence I would.

My plan has taken its course,
I will try my best through God's merciful grace.
This child that will add struggle yet a greater purpose to ,my life,
Lord in you I trust but I pray that in her decisions she meditated day and night.