Impulse.

Impulsive. On the go. Moving. Wind in my hair-on my face-arms-mixing with my breath. Needing to go-go-just go. Everyday seems boring but leaving-its close-so close-I can taste it. I can feel the wind-see the road-hear the freedom that I want-need-so badly. But its always out of reach-can't-go-go-wanting. Impulsive. On the go. Moving.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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