A mistake i’ll repeat.

I don’t know about you
But i don’t make mistakes
I do what i do, speed when i want to
Without losing my breaks.

If i fail, then i fail
I don’t shake hands with regret
Or blame the shadows for forgotten detail
Perhaps i break everything except a sweat.

Yes, towards error i am arrogant
Proud, smug, i just cannot, i can’t
Repeatedly know that i err
Just to carry carelessness with care.

But to err is an error anyway
Just like typos done repeatedly
Like music to which you do not sway
But nod to conceitedly.

When it’s over, it’s over never
Like a bud in the ear so soothing and sweet
A repeat would seem so clever
Only to improve an ache, to make difficult to treat.

Leonell