Passion
Mans greatest curse
Like the first fruit of folly
It sits right above our heads
Just far enough away for us to have to reach
But not so far That we can't grab it with ease
Again akin to that fresh fruit it gives a question
That gives man the sacrificial choice of life
Whether it is nobler to sacrifice their gains
In order to find their passions and live life anew
Or whether it is better off for them to leave their passion
On the branches and walk away
To keep themselves from an unknown cost
Most choose the latter path
Though it isn't uncommon to see success on either
But those who take that trodden path
Also carry with them the lingering question
"What if?..."
The true curse caused by passion
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