Heat creeps in, sudden
Biting down on your entrails
Ashes in seconds
You wake up at 7
Go learn something new
A class, a lecture, or a stroll through the nature
You do this up until the day job begins
Somewhere around 10, maybe
Then for over next 10 hours or so
You work your socks off
Say till around 9?
You come back home
All fucked up
Tired as anything
Wanting only to embrace the pillow
But you don’t
Because there’s that devil inside you
That devil who wants you to go on
That devil who knows what you truly want
Its name is Passion
And as long as it burns inside
It won’t let you burn out
So you go on
As long as its possible
Defying the science of stupid
Ignoring the discomfort
Embracing the fear
You keep at it
Whatever it is that you love
Draw, write, compose?
You stick to it
And flesh out your creation
You cure your itch
Until that devil Passion is satisfied
Until it finally allows you to sleep
And sleep you do!
Oh so soundly
Until the next morn
When you wake up at 7
The answer is for you to decide. Will you ever burn out?
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