Today I was merely an imprint
A faint copy, somewhere near the surface of my mind.
So that on waking, everything was in place,
No need to burrow up from the depths towards the light.
Today I was merely a faint idea, sketchy,
Just sufficient to function.
Nothing challenged me, so there was no disgrace,
No failure to perform and no evidence, no trace
Of absent mindedness because I left nothing behind,
Except a first, thin coat of blue grey paint.