Good Morning, You, My Self. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Good morning, you, my darling self.
I hope you slept… well… like me… beautiful,
Or did you wander over woods and valley
Looking for some impossible cause to rally?
I'm in peace now. I have made some honorable truce
With the gentle demons in me and the brutes.
I have doubts about you, my beautiful self.
Ever restless, ever inquisitive, ever serviceable.
But could you be otherwise? Could you be so wise
As to trade the passion in you for a soft cushion?
I have doubts, I have doubts.