A poem based off the third page of the diary

Truth, opposites
and all other possibilities...
Be self contradictory;

Quoted directly from page:

Everyman that has ever lived -
I feel its life within me.
I am One with life - its so intense!

Exegetical ability!

I beat the game of life.
Now, I must judge wisely,
hold virtue,
but regret comes upon me
I've said it out loud!
I should remember to
restrain my truculence
and, like the parasitic
elements, simply wait,
hold myself from
taking over the crowd
by giving both sides
of the argument, and/or
carrying it out to
its logical conclusion:
learn to listen and
listen to learn