In moments of impulse, I'm set free,
A wild spirit, untamed, you see.
I follow my heart, wherever it leads,
Through fields of flowers or tangled reeds.
I'm impulsive, a dance in the rain,
Throwing caution to the wind, no restrain.
Life's a canvas, and I am the brush,
Painting moments in a hurried hush.
With spontaneity as my trusted guide,
I'll explore the world, nowhere to hide.
In each adventure, a story to find,
I'm impulsive, with an open mind.
Though some may say I'm reckless or bold,
In impulsive choices, my spirit is strolled.
For in these moments, I truly live,
Embracing the world that I perceive.
About the Creator
Alicia Willemse
"Words are the brushstrokes of my heart, and poetry is the canvas of my soul." - Alicia
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