The time is suitably ripe,
To set ablaze the pyre.
My eyes are moist which I tend to wipe,
And hope that the consequences are not dire.
“What had gone wrong?”
I ask thyself bewilderedly.
Alas! There was no harmony left in the song;
This compelled me to make amends dissentingly.
Priorities came into forth at an early stage;
Their curious assortment had its own role to play.
With much difficulty I extricate myself from the cage;
To unleash a new ME and eventually call it a day.
