If I could, I would

I wish I could be like the earth after a storm, everything washed clean away, everything renewed.

I wish I could be like the flame that dances and tantalizes and jumps and sways so vigorously and then, when it's extinguished, it's forgotten.

I wish I could be like a feather or a leaf floating on the breeze, direction unimportant. No GPS required.

I wish I could be the stream running, pushing, moving toward freedom.

I wish I could be impulsive.