What is the price of failure?

How did it steal into the world?

What mark, what damage is dealt by its smack of discern?

Who's punishing us; mocking us with a cold stare of pale intent?

Dose our doing really effect the world?

Does it help a tree to grow or the sun to shine?

Where is perfection; dose it even exist?

Will we ever purge our fallen mistakes?

Or will they stay like fissures on the Earth; forever scaring our face.