Tell me your passions and I'll tell you mine. The thoughts of a being Thriving on the thrill of being Living and not knowing, Experiencing... And conquering the undiscovered. Learning what's on the inside Of souls like mine Vibing and building and Creating something new, Meaningful and oh so powerful.
Tell me your passions and I'll tell you mine. Looking up into the clear blue sky On the prettiest day Of the year and seeing A blue bird fly overhead, Wondering what's in its song And where it's headed. Enjoying and seizing the day; Living life.
Tell me your passions and I'll tell you mine. Knowing that one day Love will be mine: Real love. Knowing that I'll be able To break the ongoing cycle of going back And back and back To what was perceived as love sublime Or suffering the loss Of something that wasn't love From the start. Realizing that prior experiences Only make my love for my real love Stronger and more fervent, Longer and everlasting. Now tell me your passions since I've told you mine.
it starts with darkness & a little pill. it ends with light pouring through the windows. the in-between is fuzzy; perhaps you rocked, and they rolled. but you smile at the uncertainty because you know it was a good time.