Upon reflection of my past perception I am not questioning,

The  anger with the present that I am presently sequesturing,

The clarity is draining and my perseverence is now waining-

My demeaner is now straining while I am physically refraining.

 

I arrive at the question of future behavior-

Church built on rocks but I am no savior.

No more sweet liquior in the glass tumbler,

Enthalpy melts but the level is no humbler-

 

I think I've lost the line- no mas whine.