The journey is only a small stake
Of your time, on the road you’ll go,
I’ll argue the significance of mistakes,
Is what’ll help you grow.

Whether you travel to the left or right,
Or use homophones to achieve your poetic wit.
Neither matters more than the holistic merit

Of failing.
Of making mistakes.

Because without it,
You’d just be walking while looking.
Taking in scenery you could absorb at home,
Some two page spread in a picture laden book,
Anyone can walk and roam.


It doesn’t matter where you go.
It doesn’t matter which mountain you ascend,
But it matters if you succeed.
Because if you don’t,
You’ll have failed,
And learned a bit in the end.