A passion linked
With a past,
In that it exists only
To contrast
A truth left out of my mind.

A pulling on strings
Of ones own self confliction
That brings up things
Of complete contradiction.

My heart and
My mind,

Float forever in an abyss
That shall forever remain,
Straining to completely contain,
The passion.

An existence that one forgets
But never regrets
Letting go and
Running to fiery horizons,

To see the other side of Eternity,
To be free
And completely,

Me.