Thinking back upon this spell
What went awry, I cannot tell
Meander a labyrinth, I might as well

The first, second, or twelfth turn;
which was wrong, I’ll never learn
Which was right, I cannot discern

Perhaps what’s right is what’s wrong
Theoretically reversed all along
Like a 1970s psychedelic song

Still, I’m filled with optimism
Through pessimism, I found my prism
Through my prism, rainbow vision

With rainbow vision comes ambition
With rainbow vision comes precision
With rainbow vision comes cognition

Bathing every moment in technicolor light
is my goal for this next spell, day and night