Sitting up, thinking I’ve mishandled the grind. Toxic thoughts can damage the mind. Wasted time in pursuit of a bride— Almost had me in limbo, ready to step aside As someone else took my place on this ride, A ride that has shown a steep and continuous rise. Accustomed to defeat, I wallowed in sorrow daily, Formed a POV of labor as modern-day slavery— All to curate a pity play, for all to come to my aid, With well-wishes to access potential Utilized in the past, unassisted.