messages repeated

i clipped the "thought of the day"
out of a newspaper at work the other night

thought it had special meaning
about mistakes not being final

i didn't take it home cause i lost faith in it's special truth
the more i held it next to my hopes
the less it shined

someone else found it
and taped it to the door
carefully centered over top the most used door knob in the place
right where your eyes look when you open the door

messages repeated
repeated messages

no mistake is final

and some mistakes are too fun to make only once

doomed to suffer the sweet bribes and trickery of fate
left to suckle at the barbed nipple of disappointment

loving every single minute of it
whether i like it or not