Keep my powder dry

Well, I could keep my powder dry expecting the war to start,

or I could spend my whole long life learning Sun Tzu’s art.

Maybe I should curl up and die; a most ignoble ending

or slave away in servitude until my back is bending.

But maybe there’s another way and that’s just to be strong

and find that place within the world where I can just belong.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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