Where is your passion?
It is so easy to hold an opinion
Given to you.
You take what you are given
And say that it is your favorite.
Where is your passion?
I see all these others
hidden in you,
under the folds of your sleeves
we ask you a question and they speak.
Where is your passion?
When people ask you what you want to be
do you say,
"Whatever makes money,"
And do you think everyone else knows
what you need?
Where is your passion.
Really, what do you love and why?
Do you have to think before you speak
Do you just lie because
You can't think of anything?
Your passion is in you.
You're a flame burning,
Some where in you is the fuel.
What keeps you burning is different
From the soot of the world.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC
Where is your passion?
It is so easy to hold an opinion
Given to you.
You take what you are given
And say that it is your favorite.
Where is your passion?
I see all these others
hidden in you,
under the folds of your sleeves
we ask you a question and they speak.
Where is your passion?
When people ask you what you want to be
do you say,
"Whatever makes money,"
And do you think everyone else knows
what you need?
Where is your passion.
Really, what do you love and why?
Do you have to think before you speak
Do you just lie because
You can't think of anything?
Your passion is in you.
You're a flame burning,
Some where in you is the fuel.
What keeps you burning is different
From the soot of the world.
Just something poopy after not writing for a while
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