What am I to do about
My innate self-adaptive sense?
I do not often fight with doubt
Or fear, and strive for competence
In all I do. Which means that I
When awful things assault all 'round
Hike up my mental belt and try
To seek an inner higher ground.
When deep frustration threatens me
I find a way around its flank
And so avoid it frequently
It sounds as if I ought to thank
This sense, however it was got
But what if it turns me robot?
Friday, November 2, 2012
Deal
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