The road is long and roughI heard them sayWalking through the mud is weary and roughThey reemphasizedMany of us tried but couldn’tThey concluded But there is a burning flame within me that lingerA burning passion that makes me press onThere is a zeal that makes me eagerThere’s a burning desire I cannot control My mind’s…
Lost in thoughts, carried away by wounds and mysteries of life yet consumed by hope that my story could be different. I’ve got to act and play differently, both sweet and sour the wounds may be. And trying hard to paint the wounds and change the story, passion is the only friend that sticks with…
Passions flowing out like riversHoping to run a tireless courseDevoid of trafficsDevoid of meanders When we all set up in high esteemIt seems never to flopThe zeal of a flawless hunterAlways shooting on target The eyes of tomorrow we never hadStorming into the journeyOur foundations became shakyPillars fell out apart Looking back only to see…
Why am I always denied the chance to be me?No matter how hard I try to tame it, that zeal just keeps burningNo one really seems to understand but only my inner selfWill that time ever come when our true selves will be adored?Where then is the “light at the end of the tunnel?”Success is…