What I don't get

I dwell a lot, mull a lot,
I try to remember what I forgot,
But still I don’t get it!

I think twice, always try to be nice,
Even when I know what's my vice,
But still I don’t get it!

I imbibe what I can, try to take my stand,
Amongst all the wind to blow my can,
But still I don’t get it!

I wake to ponder, of the days of yonder,
Sashaying, levitating, an eerie saunter,
But still I don’t get it!

I hope to make true, all the things I started new,
Even when I feel they are but few,
But still I don’t get it!

I dig my root, snatching away my loot,
For once I am proud to be a brute,
But still I don’t get it!

I know I can’t have it all, to gravitate my fall,
Nor did I wish to be so small,
But still I don’t get it!

What I don’t get, I make up for,
But what about the things I do get?
Shall I free them into the world?
To fly the skies as high as the highest bird,
Or shall I pray, to make them stay, to regret those I forget,

Do I wait for my turn, make mistakes to learn,
Do I take pride, in my gait, my stride?
Or may I ease the life through my fingers,
To take its own, to stagnate, to linger,

The more I don’t get it, the more I do,
Because all I need to ask are the questions,
For the answers I already knew!