Cease Dreaming

Ending now
a pursuit of knowledge
I once demanded,
I light up with the smile
of an idea: maybe
I know enough
to carry me forward
from here. Perhaps
there’s no need to sample
further, perhaps there’s no 
reason to inspect and codify
each speck and moment.
There are so many birds
and songs in the world,
so many people to know
that perhaps I should stop
and assume I’ve had enough
of them all, that any new experience
can be understood through applying
what I already know.  
This is perfect: I’ve grown tired
of unrelenting.  

Exhausted,
I lay me down on a cool bed
in this well ordered place,
and cease dreaming, comfortable
at last.