INTJ "The Strategist's Soliloquy"

With mind most keen, a strategist's gaze,

The mastermind, in thought, doth ever maze.

A soul of logic, plans with iron hand,

Yet doubts and fears within, like shadows, stand.

A mind of reason, sharp as tempered steel,

Unraveling complexities, with purpose real.

They see the patterns, hidden in the fray,

And weave their schemes, to guide them on their way.

But 'neath the surface, a wellspring deep,

Of hidden feelings, passions long to keep.

A heart that yearns for connection's grace,

Yet fears to show its vulnerability's face.

The mastermind, a paradox, they stand,

Of strength and wisdom, guided by a plan.

With introspective gaze, they search for truth,

And find their solace, in the mind's own booth.