Manifested Rue

Midst of societal compulsions I truly was unable to behold Time stealthily slipped past that no one could withhold Got woken from the reverie it were nearly into night Revelry over and done with left was a residual plight One with practiced patronage stands alone and in penitence Source for other's rationale is now mending many a fence Old craving still persists but lost is the earlier zest Fresh stimulus playing truant no intent is for newer test The part of thence milieu is now rueful and forlorn Witnessed a lot of trickery loads of contemptuous scorn From cheery bygone subsistence to present filled with remorse Guess whole lot needs dumping to embark on a fresher course