Tepid

I wish to be impulsive

Needs must

Practical always wins

When does the whim of the self

Surpass duty

Comfortable

Safe

Sheltered

A peace lily

Good for funerals with their shiny leaves

Polite but uninspired

Does my want ever trump the communist whole

It's all in my head, anyway

It's not bad

Warm bread

But I'm not fulfilled

If I were a dragonfly

I wouldn't play dead

To your amorous advances