Off the cuff, improvisational living, taking a walk in the park, a lark, impetuous youths running the gamut, love, honor and disobeying the mundane, the rote, the ruts and routines—supplanting truisms and clichés your way is the only way.

Where are you on the spectrum of consciousness?  What feats are you willing to embark on?  What is the next great adventure in your back pocket?  Are you ready to break on through to the other side?

Decide to be the winning side.

Play all the way.

It is your time to sign on the dotted line of your own machination and newly formed, idyllic destiny.

Who are you to play it safe, to hide in the shadows of a sordid past, to cower in the hour of power?

Shine, grow, stage a reckless journey to the center of who you are, the plight of the 10,000 things juxtaposed along the cloudless skies near the morning stars and sunrise and continuums that are alarming blue forever.

Today play.  Today lose your way.  Today invent, plot out a new course to an exotic destination.  Raise the bar so high there is no bar, except the one down the street, in that back alley, in your tidy neighborhood where you rendezvous with the stalemate women dressed in black with tattoos in foreign languages on their slim arms as they sip grenadine and smoke the elite Colorado bud.

It is your time to dance on the tables, to sift through the rubble, to ramble on and be the high society reprobate who has secrets, skeletons in the closet, and wealthy relatives funding it all from Kuwait.

Stand alone in the song and dance and live in these profound found states of superlatives and extrude and explode your own brand of spontaneity.

Play your way through this satiated day. Try to fit in tomorrow.