Impulsivity

Life that is without direction,

Without thought.

People that lead without choice,

Without reflection.

Those who experience true feeling,

True passion.

The ones who lead by precision,

By meticulousness.

Are those that conceal their desires,

Their dreams.

So why must we hide,

Our impulse?

This poem is about: 
Our world

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