Is something you don’t look
For another eye’s approval of
In fact, the only attention that satisfies
Is yourself.

You both could travel
Great lengths together,
Never needing another spirit’s company
You and your truest passion

Nevertheless, you could should do forever
Nonstop, continuously, endlessly
For the only difficulty in life is performing
What seems you cannot
Until you could, of course
Because it’s personalized
Your truest passion


If the world slipped through ashes
And trees couldn’t stand
And nobody dared communicate
And our mind-body balance were to skid,
I think you’d still encompass that passion
Because it is encoded within your soul
Followed up unconsciously
Your Morse programming
Passion