The first part of any plan
Better factor in the glitch
If the thread is held by human hands
That’s where you’ll find the hitch
They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But sometimes three lefts do
Luck has struck again despite
The brambles I stumbled through
Well, the rope might slip
If you lose your grip
Fickle fate always flips
That’s the chance you take
Every success is made of mistakes
Many a mountaineer’s crumbled in terror
Afraid to gamble all on a guess
I’ll just climb my lattice of errors
And make an impeccable mess
The difference between silent and listen
It’s all in the order of the letters
No matter how well this one’s done
Somebody already did it better
That’s the rule of thumb
So open all three eyes
Ask tomorrow what today becomes
For in hindsight we are truly wise
Invent, reinvent, rinse and and repeat
For a phrase uttered by any other tongue
Still sounds as bittersweet
Maximized adages across the free range
Our common currency
It’s the medium of exchange
Bring out that old worn-out homily
For some things never do change
The proverbial wheel
Rumbling through time
Catchy phrases spiced
With a dash of euphony
A twist of irony
And a splash of rhyme
Bites of sound
Stick around when we’re gone
Dependable as tomorrow’s dawn
Yeah, you know what they always say
Led tritely through the land of the living cliché
Over shaky terrain and tricky gaps
With borrowed tools and faith of the Fool
Making miracles out of mishaps
When the tether unravels from the spool
So take it with a grain of philosophy
If you’ve grooved into a ditch
That lesson was tendered in catastrophe
Value hard knocks and you’ll always be rich
Well, the rope might slip
If you lose your grip
Fickle fate always flips
That’s the chance you take
Every success is made of mistakes
Many a mountaineer’s crumbled in terror
Afraid to gamble all on a guess
I’ll just climb my lattice of errors
And make an impeccable mess