While looking behind at yesterday pages
Tripped over a memory lacking legitimate aplomb
Mud hazed visions forced me cognizant to a knee
But repentance waned pale in futile effort reformed
First shackled then bound before sent to prison
In the meadows of my misgivings

Passed the pipe with my spiteful ghosts
Haunted by the commendation of the self
Sang with the spirits of what could have been
Melodic lamentations nostalgic of rueful musing
Until the weight of yesterday still held me firm
In the meadows of my misgivings

Wafting cyclones of foreboding thoughts
Compelling shivers of a malevolent dungeon
Recollection of nefarious performance’s passed
Leave me cognizant of my deficient morality
Sentenced a life of self imposed flogging
In the meadows of my misgivings