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Passion
It drives me, it will drive you
The passion to do
That is what is needed
Passion, but to discover passion
To identify passion
How insidious it is
It slips right through our hands
Through our nose
Into our mind
And rages through our heart
Passion
It is abstract
An art
And comes in variety
Passion
For what?
Passion, for this
For that
My passion
Cannot be your passion
Bring me a walking stick
For I must walk
Amongst the deserts
Through the violent winds of sun
Through the peeking light of dusk
And the sneaking shimmer of dawn
Traverse over hills
Of trails and peaks of snow
Across the deciduous
And the leaves of the plain
Over the dry cracked street
Over raging oceans
And through beasts
Bring me a stick
And I shall create
Passion
Bring me a stick
For I must find and walk
I must walk
Far away, with nothing
And come back with everything
However, with no more weight than before
Passion
I must return, to do
Who am I?
Passion
My passion
Cannot be your passion