An incessant urge to act reckless
or somewhat productive;
A constant dance between wanting to go all-in
or getting simply lost.
Couch naps after lunch,
Longing for could-have-beens and
random beautiful women;
minding their own business
as they pace up and down the streets.
Urges to nosedive in smoke
chasing rushes past,
Never to be unearthed again.
A constant juggle of glooms and joys,
As we all march closer to our epitome
Day by day
Floating in monotony
Only to be brought back to life by
Those pure and raw moments of love
And that all-engulfing beauty.