Form: Ottava rima
|Image by Simon Steinberger from Pixabay|
I'd Rather Make Mistakes
Sometimes it feels like crawling up a hill
And I keep sliding back no matter what;
At other times it's like I'm standing still.
God, how do I get out of this deep rut?
If this is destiny, I'll take free will—
I'd rather make mistakes than be a robot.
Let me be just who I'm meant to be:
It may be hard but I'll at least be me.