Passion

I am your bloody glove laying on the ground after you’ve won
I am your resolve,your sweat in the cold wintry sun
I am your sense of life, your sleepless nights
Your wordless fights, your empty crowd for your cordless mics
I am the blood that pours
I am the one who works while others snore
I am the death of simply being comfortable with being procrastination’s whore
I feel the fire and deign to exploit it as your desire burns at your core
I am your sweet success, your bitter pain
I am the one who trumps, and flips and falls and my name
Resides in the annals of records
Those who fully embrace me are as few as lepers
So many seek to reap the full harvest of pain and effort
I am a kleptomaniac
I will steal your shine
Outwork your work, make your dreams mine
And fulfill your dreams in half the time
I am your power, the architect of your life
I am your lonely night’s silent wife
I am the bloody trek from trying to being
So let me be your guiding light
I am your mind’s drive to fight
I am passion, your desire to be more than you are
I am ageless
And in your greatest desire
If you want it bad enough
You can know you are never alone

Joshua Bull