Indignantly I nefariously take the path again

But the question I ask is will I detour at the same place again

Same place

Will erase

Pull & heap my trailing past regret

I struggle to the end

Never think twice & never fret

I will never bend

Nor will I mend

Now setting my sights on the parabola

My paradox within

Livid with dread I move slowly ahead

The battle is tied

But it is I who always win