How will you approach the task at hand?
How will you make sure it will not be in vain?
How will it overflow and not be restrained?
How can we make sure there’s nothing left contained
Passion. Passion.
Say its name
It’s evoked like a prayer
Strikes like a flame
When it comes, don’t fret
It’s there by design
To be sure you start and complete on time
Empty shells
Dust or corrode
Stand no chance once it’s shone
Give it the chance it’s ready to go
Just flow free and watch it grow
Wind will come to stir it up
Wind that no one can corrupt
Catch it when it happens, it will carry you on through
Far beyond deep, and higher than you
Whoever utters it, be found worthy
Be watchful you don’t get purity dirty
Those who love it will fall or rise
For in all hearts, exist blazing tides
They can rise for glory
Or fall for shame
They can exist for nothing
They can stay foolishly tame
When it seizes your inner being
A warmth of no denying
You’ll first stand to your feet
Eventually you’ll be flying
Don’t deny that love
The love you know you feel
That urgency within will make things REAL
You may notice when you toil
There’s no progress when it’s over
But Passion doesn’t toil
Its eyes only behold spoil
Before you realize
It took you on its wings
It already burned through the path
You thought you couldn’t begin
Let it conquer, let it fight
Don’t fear the fire
Just tread light
It’s already waiting, if you read this far
Go! Passion is the train
That’s heading for the stars
About the Creator
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