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True Passion


A distant Utter; a mythical Stutter? In Youth, is It serious truth? Must be fictitious; It is never to be serious. But Observe! Another undefined curve! For Play or For Real? They May both Seal. So compare; did others Care? Some arose late; Others sprang at Fate. Then separate tones came; Each with a name. Why those came - is for fame. Sirens of Greed; Cries of public feed. The despair? It comes from desire. But there is a kind; the manner Hard to find. Arising from Thought; It was a Dot. True Passion; A memorable Fashion. Of the Interest? Is it Best? Vigor without Hesitation - Beyond Meditation. The Need to Known; A Lead to a Crown. A necessity for Mastering, not of Faming. Started as A Minority; shall End in Infinity~ Can be consequential - may be Special. Change for the Exceeding; Strive for a Bearing. The-World is un-perfected; Thrive as The uninfected! And Seniority may Arrive, but Spirit will Survive. Then the Start Comes Before the End.
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Matt133
I had lots of fun writing this poem! I hope you had just as much fun as I.

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