More Shrewdness

A long time has passed while these spectacular seasons continue to renew themselves unlikely dormant awareness; images of the past clout me on the head and rebuke me for having failed to use more shrewdness and applied more sense: many pitfalls and grievances I would have avoided! My ideas were empirically estranged from reality, no egotism was meant to underestimate pity; frailty was a sign of vulnerability and confined my thinking that wasn't clear but hypothetical, endless times I sat down and pondered how pathetical I seemed to bellow in self-doubt, being unhindered! Is hindrance an obstacle or a warning to safeguard? Is indulgence a pleasure or a condemnable sin? Not using more shrewdness is a definite sentence that will make life a wreck, not a paradise instead; would one rather be unblemished or show a frown? Only buffoons embrace idiocy and adopt pretense!