A Storm.

A storm is brewing.
Ideas are stirring.
Impulses roaring.
Hold onto your seats.
Leave what comfort you have at home.
Become a voyager...
But not a lemming.
Time will only tell...
I'm a ticking bomb.
Patience is not one of my strengths.
I should tattoo it on my left arm.
It wouldn't help or contain this storm that is coming.
It is inevitable.
The eye of the storm is far too large to contain.

Start your engines...

...Go?