Sweet Poison

Some mistakes I fix myself.

And others I don't want to fix.

Those mistakes I find myself.

And others, resonate from noise.

I try doing things my way.

And others are forced on me.

Those things I understand.

And others, they go in vain.

Asking questions I learn a lot.

Other things are (m.a)ed to try.

Now I play with: Force = m.a

And others, I just know, don't ask!

These days I just listen, no talk.

Runners teaching toddlers to walk.

And I think they should let them fall.

Other times, I know that's love.

Showing faults, is not what they like.

It's kinda like training wheels on a bike.

I know generally medicines are bitter.

Don't forget some poisons are sweeter.