Determination grabs me by the neck and kisses
firmly
flaming and passionate
Angst wakes me up on a the most ideal of winter morning
My eyes crusted sandwiches
and circled in black by stress n responsibility
And my heart ticks louder than the grandfather clock
Alarms ringing loudly with hope for a ragged, rushing dream to be fulfilled
My childish thoughts tug at my toes to pull me from bed
Though I feel as old as the mountains
In action there is only youth and enthusiasm growing from the top of my head
I have a place to be and it is a headspace shared with the adventurers and impossible, magnificent souls that have an addiction to the adrenaline they smoke from life's pipe.
When I wake from this life, I'll have to tell you my stories
But for now, let me live it.