I Am Passion


An emotion with no control,

Like permanent ink seeping through the particles of paper,

It shall be seen in all perspectoves.

Passion cannot be denied,

Passion cannot be lied,

Passion, leaves peers asking, "Why?"

But why is not the correct question.

No it surely is not.

"How?" Is the question that I love to hear,

How does a fire burn for years,

Hw does it not die with cold winds near?

Passion cannot be stopped.

Passion will change the world.

I Am Passion.

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