I like the morning

                        But I really enjoy the evening--

                        Taking the cool night air

                        As free fuel for working

                        And poetic discovery.

                        I like chatting

                        Across a coffee table

                        But I love to drink

                        Amongst friends, with open ears--

                        Learning of life through loosened lips.

                        I like introspective writing

                        But I hate extrapolated babblings--

                        Taking the freedom of air

                        As a license to go on and on,

                        Wasting time without a care.

                        I like confident people

                        But arrogant ones rattle my nerves--

                        For that artificial barrier

                        Distances them before the start.

                        Besides, the confident ones are friendlier.

                        I like potatoes

                        But hate tomatoes.

                        I would eat them if I had to

                        But I'd rather crawl ten miles

                        Before that slimy texture registered.

                        I enjoy the gentle breeze

                        But endure the raging wind--

                        The one perspiration's enemy,

                        The other havoc's kin.

                        I like beginnings but, unfortunately, this is the end.