A Mismanaged Tale

Oops! I've let it slip,
Once again, irretrievable now,
I wish the hands moved anti-clockwise,
Even that may go a begging!

And I woke up late!
To what others had graduated in,
Amateur, took time to get seasoned,
Copy-paste in another level,

I wasn’t informed!
But even when I was,
I care not, to seal the deal,
Till a last moment sprint!

I knew my preferences,
A rush of blood lasting a month,
Focus shifts to the tributaries,
And lost is the main course.

Tilted towards the makeshifts,
I ignored the handful constants,
To convert one to the latter,
Absconded! A washer man’s dog!

Knew I needed to stem,
Confinements need my taste-buds,
My build similars a fluctuating graph!
My feathery self flows with the wind.

I realize this redundancy,
And the unacceptable “why”,
Exactly this punctuates my mismanaged tale!
“I know but I act not”

Each morn I vow against the same,
Failure replicates the morn at night,
Exactly this, highlight of my mismanaged tale!
“My plans are fenced in the dream”

The earthly stay I’ve spent this way,
“Postponement” of “feathers” “in the wave”
And if the wheels don’t follow my forward trail,
A careless me is the only one to blame!