Passion? What is passion, what is its stem; does it grow from the earth as a common bud, a weed, a seedling pushed through harsh worn soil. Toiled by land and love and #life. Do we gaze upon it every day and mistake it for unworth; attention trained on trivial things and lost to unfocused eyes? A heavy brain so burdened with, the trivial pursuit of lies? So come to me, sweet passionate song, and lead me by the hand. Take me from all faux misery, and lead me to rich land. Of joy; and living, show me the way; open my sleepy eyes. I lost my way and now, I say 'I'll follow you back home.'
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