I stretch to be flexible of body.
I read to be flexible of mind.
I discuss to retain a flexible spirit,
But rigidity won't let me unwind.
Unless sleep yields a break,
The gray wheels keep running.
Water, soil, highways, too,
They all require such cunning.
Yet, deity allowing, newness comes,
Each year a new learning crop.
Tactile and visual, assertive and shy
Driven with passion, but oft' still flop.
Of thirteen moons special are three
Warmth and fuel allow to observe
Far delights and foreigners' words
Hone, review, and recharge reserve.
To be or not is a serious question
Asked just to the finite use-by date
The requirement to review and refine
Continues 'til chimes one's final fate
Low key, yet, memorable
Safe, but implausible
Wordy and observable