Spontenae

Senses alight
A moment approaches
Comet passing
Glance notices
Tibial vibration
Feet start to dance
Resonant musics
Toward which you prance
Inattentive attention
Unwavering waiver
Seize not the moment
Nor grab at the day
For to grasp is to reach
Unbecoming strain
Rather feel where to be
From pleasure or pain
Brilliant beacon shines
To impulses now free
Joyward they point
A spontaneity spree