If life were
   understood
   completely
   we'd have nothing
   more to live for  
   being stultified
   and empty
   all wonder
   would have died

   no more teaching
   nor writing
   there's no need
   for reading or inventing
   superfluous is every thinking

   the morphing
   of  the intellect
   creativity in waning
   the self in annihilating
   and the dehumanising
   of every human undertaking

How sometimes fiction feels like reality.
Should I try to resolve this parity?
Life has everything—
A god's charity.

Youth is getting obscure.
Wisdom is with me.
Now, I have the clarity.

What's not being said,
Say it now.
Defy the shyness,
Bring down the brevity.

Elaborate your senses into actions,
Uncovering the chastity.
Do what you need.
Synchronized with want.
Be alive in the present.
Stay away from greed.

I've been wasting energy in various ways.
Especially in certain thought patterns and internal fights in my mind.