Breaking Form/Stick to Form

If I have enabled this light go on
I’m sorry— traumatized with guilt I move
Away from what I did before, bygone
Be bygone I’m a new man alive of
Better character than a day ago
Unresistant to the morning or bed
Moving along entirely new flows
Hippie and professional ahead
Of the game, no longer is it a game
Form is a substrate for my successes
I’m disastrous if I’m not the same
As I was once, confused, but relaxing
Basking in the beauty of poetry
Not eyeing the price of my novelty