I sit in contemplation
a need of meditation
my mind goes to reflection
when I self analyze

Amid this recollection
Bemoaning introspection
Escorts me to redemption
and then I realize

Whatever situation
was there in retrospection
Has pushed me to inspection
which tried to hypnotize

The need for this perfection
was once my resolution
but this self persecution
I've come to soon despise

On to my repercussion
I seem to see illusions
Resume in hesitation
Again self criticize

Observing absolution
that I became Confucian
I hate this destitution
perfection in disguise

Instead of this diversion
My thoughts are in immersion
Please take me to elation
and try to recognize

No need for institutions
to find my resolution
I'll remove such inhibition -
this demon exorcise