Fulfillment
Too much passion
And too many passions,
This is what my tired body says
To my mind,
But what do I do, there’s no doubt -
I know I burn myself out,
Though in the process I shine,
Hoping, maybe someone will see
Time,
And time again
Reminds me there’s no competing
With death,
Maybe,
My beating heart would stop,
When I find love and love finds me
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