Like rehearsing your own eulogy;
it’s a morbid practice that’s completely unnecessary.
These self-depreciations will not avail me anything,
nor abet the cause of ascension.
The vast expanse of time
that I have thus consumed,
seems a little excessive,
for what little it has yielded.
Try this observation on severe charges,
and pitch against ignorant perspective.
Because it’s a case of relativity,
and affirmation’s in the prose.
The conversation would have proceeded,
on far more even keel;
if I’d simply conveyed the things,
I’ve finally come to feel.
Not re-hashed the irrelevant,
the here-to-fore and such.
All that I had ever wanted,
I realised was not crux.
Instead I vow to free myself;
and fade this damned thing out.