Eternal passion


We grow up wanting to leave a stamp on this universe.

We are told very young,  we can become are dreams if we wish it.

And through it all, we create a mind set of this reward in the end.

As days go by, our hope of it becomes our only motive and distraction.

We give so much value to something that only exists from within.

Its seems almost insane to depend on something so unreliable and mystical.

Yet creates such an eternal passion.

We dedicate our minds and work ourselves for this one thing.

We become resilient, we adjust, we cope through life.

The harsh reality, we cannot control our destiny,

we still cannot quit,

we keep wanting it.

So one day, our dream has come together and we our complete.


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