Proverbs 18:2

A fool has no delight in understanding, 
but that his heart may discover itself.

I delight in both of those things.
Am I a fool for wanting that?

Or am I wise?
Or maybe, just maybe, 

I'm myself, and I have no excuse
to abandon my own heart.

because if my heart can't find itself, 
then who will?
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