a series of quartets .. some meaningful, some just plain mean, the others not worth mentioning

I wondered why I've so suddenly
run straight out of ideas .
Now I see that it's because
I have lost my main inspiration .

My motives have gone missing .
I have no reason to want to think .
There's nothing in these feelings
I no longer understand .

I am tired of not being able to help .
I want to fix you .. but if I try,
I'll break you again
by holding on too tight .

I had no problem
wearing my heart on my sleeve,
when I was not afraid
I would drop it .

One and the same .
Two is plenty .
Three is a crowd,
for to keep you company .

You wanted to see me with a temper .
Well, now is your chance .
Too bad by the time you see me,
you will have lost it .

Later will be now,
now will be then,
and then will be just another
day gone by .

Think on your feet ?
No wonder it is so hard .
I think better when the wind
blows hard enough to knock me over .

" Someone once asked me how I wanted
to be remembered . All I could say was,
' If my friends and family think of me and smile,
I'll know my life was worth it . ' "
~ What I Like About You ~