The Key
Spontaneity has been the one and only keystone of my life.
Assimilating the surroundings reacting to the others actions.
Even when mendacity was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Upon the breath of winter I pursued hard, cold reactions.

If I were to be Machiavellian it would have a twist.
All that devious planning and carefully deceitful talking.
Regardless of the situation the ending would be a tryst.
Knowing my persona, in the Jung psychology, no balking.

After all this verbiage, its definitions, I find I'm still me.
And if you know me, then you will know this, laughter is the key.

'upon the breath of winter'

By panther811

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