Analysis of A Confession

It could have been better if i had known the past; but the problem is i dont know what is happening on the other end of the journey.
And the sun probably is going to rise up tomorrow and the day after.
But now within the reach of my hand is the ready tea,
a handful of  crispy noodles and a poem in a day.
I will not let my mind be stuffed with so called news feed.
let the  nature  soft and wild open  its golden treasures  somewhat in a naked or hidden way before
I retreat in history  described.
life has its own buzz.
And swarms of thought reign  over us in a deceitful way.
But i have to prepare myself the launch , dinner and a good night's sleep
And not  to go  too far away.