Last night as I was attempting to drift off into slumber, a little verse came to me. It isn't much, but it was enough to compel me to get out of bed and scrounge around for a pen and paper. An old Chinese proverb: The faintest ink is better than the strongest memory.
Hot-tempered, when once calm
Insecure, when once strong
What's the trigger that sets me off?
What happened to make me soft?
Unknown meaning makes me think
What am I missing, what lacks in me?
The pattern was set, a long time ago...
Can I change it? I hardly know.
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