Initially Sanguine Melancholic,
now takes the Mediator stand in conflict,
the Daydreamer who is Turbulent,
enduring as child of The Way.

At times happy and fun,
At times silent and daydreaming.

Garners unbelief when misunderstood,
They already in their minds put me in a box.
Prejudiced standards limits me many times.

Airy, flighty, introspecting, little bit cunning, steps back,
though barely holds back for good food.
Rare yet common at times,
Spontaneous yet structured at times.

Trying to be loyal to trusted ones,
Missing my Learners but I might be too much for them,
Was warm to noobs but seems I'm now the isolated,
Showed love through words or touch but barely receives them now.

Can I still be closer to The Way?
Remembering when heaven on earth felt real,
Hoping me and others experience such, again.