In the eagerness
Of not being wrong
We miss brilliant opportunities
Of being dreadfully wrong.

Ships that miss their destinations
Are the ones that discover continents.

I'll let myself
Be again and again
A fluid mistake,
Sink to find Atlantis,
Space out to conquer stars,
Dream of being Napoleon
(In a recurring Waterloo),
I'll scream for the sake of nonsense,
And shut when everything is out of place.

A mistake, no more than
A mistake.

At least, I'll be in movement.