Stepping aside, I turn back
detect the many missteps,
trace the numerous faults,
I have committed all these years. These
leave me in an anguish create a dilemma,
lacing me in an unenviable status
neither thriving nor oppressing
most likely in a sobering place, turning
me placid and passive.
I continue with a detachment,
one of a compulsion to withhold
Passions wane in the course
resignation grows, I anticipate a close
the end of the lane lies not too far.