SAPIENT | Adulting

Done with indulgence,
In enervating chats, talks, movies, and shows.

Tired of wanting,
To be effete in my gestures.

I fear of becoming,
A sapient writer whose inspirations were too dreamy.

Sick of questions,
Asked with mawkish concerns dressed in floral vestures.

Exhausted by,
Riding an elephant to catch a grasshopper.

Stop ironing my head,
With your funny advertisements & deals.

I'd still choose,
Dumplings instead of flowers.

I need some rest,
And need everything that heals.