Glad I've walked out on misery
Electing to cruise into a limpid lane
Which spins my days away from the illusion eatery
Booking a flight on the rehabilitation plane
Propelling my pulses
Towards horizons of hope
Stimulated by insistent impulses
Riding high on the sapience slope
Where I catch my breath
Think clear
Draw from my faith the strength
That pulls me near
The land teeming with bliss
Loving lasses lavish
With more than a cursory kiss
My emotions ravish
Wondering why the right option I didn't take
In years I spent and misspent
Whinging and wallowing in straitjackets of the mistake
On which I seemed hellbent
Despite tonnes of advice
Dished out with compassion and care
I brushed aside, electing to elevate the vice
Sanity and sapience offered with flair to declare.
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