Passion
In this world, I can do anything. Any way I want
But I cannot live without the single thing for which I hunt.
It isn’t fame or money that drives me to succeed
It isn’t trends or material things that I find I really need.
I have a certain sentiment for music that sweeps into my soul
The words, the rhyme, the melody create the lyrical pull.
Running through rain, my legs burning warm and strong
Blood pumping fast, my heartbeat carrying me along.
A warm blanket on a winter day, snuggled with a cup of tea,
An awesome book and a puppy next to me.
Watching the waves, and wiggling my toes deep into the sand
Dreaming about the future, and all that I have planned.
Giving back to people in need, in lots of little ways
Spending time in a pair of scrubs most of my future days.
Sharing laughs with family and friends
A zeal for life that simply never ends.
A world with zest for all things both grand and plain
Is all I need in my life, and having that, I would never complain
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