Precedence

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.