Synthesis (What do you do?)

Now that you’re happy, what do you do?

Now that there’s no haste, now that there’s enough,

What do you do?

Do you leave the cave to climb the mountain?

Do you exchange the halo for the king’s crown?

The marginality of your emotions might suggest otherwise,

But now that you’re a pig satisfied, what do you do?

The thesis that was your foundation got exposed,

Under the antithesis of the pragmatic lens

Now that the synthesis of your existence is complete,

What do you do?

If all that you had to say has already been said,

Is it safe to assume that nobody heard?

Well self-indulgence is luxury accompanying reclusion,

And now that you’re all by yourself, what do you do?

You reside in utopia, dreams and reality undistinguished.

The seas of your mind always at peace, as if stagnated.

Are you awake or are you sleeping?

Now that the night and the day have lost their purpose,

What do you?

Now that you are done being happy, what do you do?