Amidst of joyous merriment
sitting lonesome in solitude
Own shadow as company
at a tether's end fortitude
With none of any inclination
for any indulgence to ignite
Reminiscing all times of yore
with so much there to excite
Am sure all the ones cursing
for me to be in such a state
Are not any better removed
caught up in a similar spate
Wishing me the incarceration
burn themselves in distress
Penitent of caused anguish
but can't rise up to confess
Current phase just transitory
and so the inhibiting situate
Just means to ultimate end
for lost verve to regenerate
Ticking of clock being cyclical
once again will turn around
The present notwithstanding
would've broken new ground
Fresh unions and space anew
intrinsic zest which enhance
The day where is full of magic
and eve with touch romance
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