Midst of societal compulsions
I truly was unable to behold
Time stealthily slipped past
that no one could withhold
Got woken from the reverie
it were nearly into night
Revelry over and done with
left was a residual plight
One with practiced patronage
stands alone and in penitence
Source for other's rationale
is now mending many a fence
Old craving still persists
but lost is the earlier zest
Fresh stimulus playing truant
no intent is for newer test
The part of thence milieu
is now rueful and forlorn
Witnessed a lot of trickery
loads of contemptuous scorn
From cheery bygone subsistence
to present filled with remorse
Guess whole lot needs dumping
to embark on a fresher course
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