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.

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