The Poetry In Our Mistakes

The beautiful flaw of being wrong. Imperfect in pitch, civil in song
Fantastical flight, emotive rewrite. Singing I, no I don't lie
You wanna to believe what best serves you
Repeating the lie until it's truth
And you feel so alive, safe and allied. Reciting I, oh I don't lie
The quote miner's gold. The narrative fit
Stand and surmise. The bias quip
But the poetry we write inspired by the knife
Mistakes that make us wise