Passion
I cannot fathom
How some people cannot see
Their worth.
Which is ironic because
Every time I look in the mirror
I feel worthless.
But oddly enough,
When I look at others
I cannot help but see
Their potential, practically
Bursting out of their ears,
Flames of desire licking
Every person that stops to
Listen to them talk
About their passions.
So I sit and listen
As you talk about the stars
And the constellations,
Which you are made of.
I only hope that someday,
Someone will see the same
Flames of desire I have
To teach
And talk
And show
Others about how much I care
About some things.
About how much I care
About the stars, too.