Keep moving forwards, even if it's falling over.

As the end of another orbit comes to a close
The culmination of the options I've chose
Can't be summed up with words, verbose:
Mediocre; inadequate; half arsed; closed.

Chances, not taken, have brought more pain
And anguish as I languish in disdain
At my inept expenditure with little gain
My options, like my finances, are on the wane.

Decisions, made, must now be known
As I find myself back on my own
Neck deep in debt from borrowed loan
No more shall I grovel at debtors throne.

Up, I must get, and set forth once more
To forge a path to fortunes door
Ever forward to legend and lore
And try not to flounder on another floor.