minds and real people

To think I took descent only to take flight
Hardens my will to escape
This horrendous parade of mediocre writing
However,  
Strictly conceptualizing jeopardizes my concept of freedom
And the above statement contradicts what my will idealizes
Should we perhaps aim for the understatements?
I believe such thing would be too wild for my poetry
I ought to correct my strict idealism which lead me to this
To avoid contradictions and understatements
We are building a better plotline
With real people and fulfilled souls
Although my late mind is reminding me of who I am
That I despise both reality and poetry
So I'd rather ask you greater writer and lord of understatements
Is there anything left for me?