All planned variables worked out right -

External factors, but my mind’s set alight;

The force field is back and my breathing feels tight:

In the end, it was me who’s the problem.

Up until now, it would have been okay;

T-minus 10 and my mind’s led astray -

I guess it’s all part of this cursed Thursday:

The path of success left untrodden.

I’ve no idea where all the time went:

It slipped through my fingers, foolishly spent;

I can’t forgive myself - no way to repent -

Time swims on and I’ll be forgotten.