My Life In Metaphor

In a time of matters I reflect, Being forever perspicacious; Wrong decisions, false steps, Leading to become fallacious. In need of caution or I will fall foul, To be specifically as wise as an owl. Walking on the edge of normality, Having doubtful thoughts ahead; An inclination to sidestep formality, Often times hanging by a thread. This is my life and where it abodes, Feeling my choices are crossroads. Rash decisions taken with consequences, The mind and the heart in hopelessness; Too late to repair the damage contributed, Leaving me breathing within emptiness. In this situation I become smirch, Conducive to a drunkard’s search. In a time of end matters I reflect, For my regrets are great and pitiful; Should I cry over spilled milk? After which I shall become guileful. When finally I become trounced, I become a dead cat that bounced