Lesson of Life

I danced all night, to the skies took a flight
Filled each day to the brim.
And drank life's wine to the finish;
With work, with play I stuffed my moments.
I poured my strength, stretched its length,
Spun, and spun till o'er wrought.
When day was over, I learnt I'm not clever,
For there is sickness in my mind:
That outward spin cannot unwind
The sickness in a mind.