Reruns Poem by atticus denny

My mind has been showing reruns for years now and I think I'm starting to get bored of the episodes.
I read books, I consume art, and I study philosophy,
But still I sit in the theater of my headspace ignoring new films in favor of lackadaisical bleak pieces in the name of nostalgia.
I'm yearning for an intellect that can only come with time, a wisdom only gained through experience.
In the pursuit of knowledge, I find myself falling down to the depths of rumination.