Communicable Dreams
The air is ripe with passion,
Love for something gone so stale,
Does he stand alone?
Does he pray to a god long gone?
“Did I miss the next fad out of town?
Did curiosity kill my dreams?
No, they’re long dead,
Foolish scenes played out in my head.”
A victim of opportunity:
Of misguided, ardent love.
Russian roulette of ideas,
Pull the trigger and find your purpose.
This passion is not mine;
This love , far from divine.
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