I tend to overindulge too much
Foiled by the cost of shouldering bad luck
Like soldering locks
The unwritten story of my life remains blocked
Dismissal of revered simplicities
Pass the mitigated flows of sheer lunacy
That seem to outlast periods of sense and stability
The pretence of which deem me unworthy
To maim the curfew of peering into oncoming surf
Of opportunity, congruency and self worth
Of this I know I need to get a hold
Yet the insurgence so bold is set the overload
Critically speaking the search is over
To revert the hurt and remain sober
The narrow ledge of realisation pledges
To relieve the stead of complacency round the edges
Circumstance of reason and firm clasp in deciphering the equation
Will permeate the task of finding new direction
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