Words unsaid

The wake

You wake up one morning and everything feels indifferently
Your tolerance level is dropping
drastically
You see pretense and ingenuity all
Visibly
You've known all this but dwelled on living peacefully
What's the bitter sweet relief in being the mature and understanding civilian wanting live quietly and
Naturally
What's the essence of painstakingly enduring
Consistently
What do you have to lose by disagreeing to agreeing amicably
What?