Impulse.
I have found it to be my most beautiful and reliable friend.
A quarter of a century old,
Simply three months away.
To a foreign land I will travel.
Tickets already in hand.
Escaping the piercing snow,
And emerging into a warm, colorful, sunshine.
Impulse.
I've found her to be my most dangerous addiction,
My tainted realm of possibility
And consciousness.
All it takes is what I set my mind to.
A land far away,
Never been to before.
A Neverland, of wandering -
Exploring.
Underground caves will call my name, as tequila drenches my lips.
My impulse.
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