Many people praise you for being perceptive.

But you know very well, it's more like a drain.

It's not that you haven't understood the world,
It's that you understood too early.
Your fantasies are still running on others,
While your side has already collapsed.

Your mind has already reached the end,
But life is still pushing you forward in place.
This dislocation is more exhausting than pain.

The hardest part isn't not understanding,
It's that you know continuing to think is useless,
But you can't stop.

When thoughts have no outlet,
They will turn around and hurt you.

So don't rush to draw conclusions about life.
Go wash that cup you've used for a day,
Go touch something real.

Some clarity,
Is not for flying,
It's for walking this stretch of road on the ground.