self analysis

What was that I was thinking about, ten seconds ago in the different
world that was and is called just then?
I was almost brought to tears, by an expensive blunder that made me
think of a day, not so long ago.
And now what was it?
Just yesterday I understood the path of the fool, and then I exposed
it, with evidence, and a back up plan, conclusively.
Last week I was entering the new phase of dejection of my psychological
being which left me cold and made me quiet.
Two days later I recovered from this to find my head full of steel and
ready to deflect the bad guy goblins.
Then, I realise now, as ten seconds ago, was where I want to be, but
then is not where I'm going with the tears of failure.
One day ago I was acting on the back of the darkness purge of last
month, when I built a super gun of reasonable limitations.
This morning the supergun was misused by the self I found woke up in
charge. Not the one I slept with, no, but the one who was around on
Thursday afternoon, when I needed some reassurance about my life.
Until the light turned on the battle raged, supergun vs dying heart,
firing loneliness and self-disrespect.
Breakfast helped me to focus, and just before just then (you know
when), I really knew the earth spins round the sun.