In what fashion
Should my passion  
Be put to action?
For every time I sway some way
A little voice in my head will say
"What is the ultimate
What is the true way
Pointless ventures have no place
Keep doing this and your running in place
Wasting time
Make use of your mind
In this race of life
You'll be left behind"        
Hollow and brash
I search for the next path
Discouraged from the last
Until the veracity that once was comes back to be passed  
See, for me
Motivations are fleeting
Nothing is ever fun
Once you find out the meaning