On a day of inflection, and stoic reflection, Wondering why I was here I perceived a notion, that inspired devotion, A promise to hold most dear I’d espy my essence, unearth transcendence, Through a divine work of art Not yet aware, this entire affair, Askew, right from the start
Dove into my dream, such a valiant scheme, Armed with a pledge to adhere Magnus opus took shape, a most joyful escape, Slowly became a career But just when perfected, brilliance reflected, My construct would fall apart And I grew weary, thinking my theory, Askew, I took it to heart
Now the years are gone, I believe it was wrong, To judge myself so severe For one always gets scarred, in struggling so hard, In forging a new frontier Despite my objective, bird’s-eye perspective, The truth one cannot outsmart So it's time to admit, despite my grit, Askew, my role in this part
