If we learn from
  our mistakes
Why do we run
  from them
Deny them, pass them
  to others
Why do we see repeating
  a lesson
Not as getting it
  right
But as proclaiming our
  hopelessness
Baring our inferior, unimprovable
  core?

Do we fear
  our teachers
Or is it what they cannot
  teach
Because they do not
  know
That makes us tremble
  in their presence?

Every error
  threatens death…
But every failure
  serves freedom.