Back-pedal

I am defeated at last,

life was not kind nor was it bad,

lost my devotion to all the gods that existed,

though defeated I’m very pleased but very sad.

I have conceded very quickly,

no point in clutching at straws,

when there is no hope of happiness,

that had abandoned me cause.

I gave up without reluctance,

my faith eluded me long time ago,

and to survive all these years,

without hope and full of sorrow.

I yielded so fast and without hesitation,

that even when I realised the truth,

and though I had second thoughts about it,

I stamped and crushed it like rotten fruit.

I surrendered so swiftly and instantly,

that I am prepared for it with a smile,

a very rare smile I’m for sure of it,

all in all it would be worthwhile.

My cause being very simple and easy to follow

once again I shall, I will go back to my previous life,

and drink as many bottles of C2H5OH* as I can.,

after all what is there for a lowlife?

I shall withdraw all my promises,

I do not know any other living,

so why should I stop and feel depressed,

when I can live in a wonderful world of fantasising!

This is my life and decision is mine,

I will conquer all imaginations and excel,

And with my true living I leave in a cowardly way.

I shall back-pedal once again and for good into hell.

C2H5OH* formula for alcohol.