Impulsive

Progeny formed from stardust and dreams

We are wanderers lost in hopeful schemes

Nothing fires and fulfills us as much

As a strangers smile, humor or touch

Adrenaline, pheromones and dopamine

We are fumbling for belonging unseen

Depression distorting our crystal lens

Death like a prism captures us and wins

Art breaths meaning into our starved souls

We exhale hunger for passion in life's lulls

We are small bait to the hollow earth

Subtly changed by time and birth

Vanishing in our own reflection

Exiled by our own perception

Cheated by our own deception

Wanting a lovers undying affection

Wishing for a death and a resurrection