Poem: Improv

And the True Freedom comes.
The one where I am Free.
Free.
Free.
To do whatever I can get away with,
for as long as it lasts,
bounded only by my imagination,
and the energy for
whatever I may discover...

It is so easy to forget the feeling,
the feeling of "Anything Goes"
- the feeling of
no plans, no net, just straight forward,
All up to me.
No real guidelines, no inspirations,
certainly not routine!
That one thing is sure;
moments unrepeatable.
Only made possible by the fact
that there is no routine.
It could not exist otherwise.

Surrounded by Creatures of Habit,
going too and fro,
I am strange here, but enjoyable.
So much more alive
than the world of the expected,
where everyone knows
pretty much
what is going to be happening.

No room for Improv,
but Improv
is where the Life is.