Now nearly at the cusp of finding logic to the dare

With expended all vigor and resources in despair

 

Past forte banked upon has since proven wrong

Heart though persistent, head tells to move along

 

Most of earlier envisaged is contrarily turning about

Staunchest of old values now cast many a doubt

 

Notwithstanding abilities, I feel isolated and prone

Stifled by doings personal, even tried I can’t disown

 

Neither Introspection aids, nor circumstances abet

Fallibility keeps reminding not letting once forget

 

Point seems of no return with any option to regress

Move ahead a lone choice on risky road to success

 

Thoughts to be collated, old magic worked again

Can’t be in a role denial, all deprived must obtain