Impulse

I do this impulse thing all the time

Just standing right there, moping

One minute normal

The next, insane

One minute guarded

The next, let loose

One minute demure

The next, wild

One minute introverted

The next, the circus clown

 

I do this impulse thing where I don’t even know it’s me

Just sitting there thinking;

If I suddenly got on my chair and started doing the funky chicken,

Would they think me mad or join in?

If I got up and started giving a pep talk,

Would they listen or give me the eye?

If I suddenly started crying loudly,

Would they run to me or chuckle beneath their breath?

 

I do this impulse thing where my dad just on-looks

Trying not to say – again – that I’m not growing

This impulse thing that gets me by when I’m sullen

This impulse thing that just freaking makes me happy!

 

I do this impulse thing all the time

I hope it never wears off.

Then.

Come, nigh unto me
Let’s take a walk down the path
Our fingers interlocked
Looking to the clear grey sky

Breathe, the scent that can only be mine
Your nose nuzzling my neck
As I watch the stars light up the sky

Sit, in the warmth of the sand with me
Crooning old tunes
Arguing on the lyrics
Laughing till our bellies hurt

Let’s run across the road carelessly
Angry blaring horns screaming out sanity
We’re unafraid to die
Holding on to life

We’ll write a story together
Filled with our dreams and aspirations
We’ll draw them on the sand
And watch the wind blow them away

Let’s trade our souls for one more day
Clinging to the euphoria of our togetherness
Greedy enough to want it to last forever

Then, Let’s break apart
Clutching these memories to our hearts
Knowing they cannot be re-lived
‘Cause life can only be this ecstatic when it’s between us.