Mistakes

I go through it over again I notice them, here and there They seem to be everywhere Yet I find no redo what's done is done even though you have just begun, your web has still been spun you can not turn back to run unless you wish to meet the ground what's that strange sound? I can hear it all around, why must you make such a sound? you are so loud, yet no one is around to hear the low prowl of mistakes yet to be found.