Forgotten passion

Forgotten passion breathes down
My neck crimson flavours
Spice in the sound of it´s respiration
It´s calm insistance and inevitable existance

Forgotten passion
Unto where bubbles of bitterness have burst
Hopes toward union have stuck firmly
as bugs onto the windshield
of a joyriding vehicle of years

I toast to friendships with finely dressed optimism
how overly proud we can all be at a party
In midboast to having such a blind yet cheery chum
Forgotten passion deprives the memory

Blind and deaf to the scars that scream and dance
pessimism and hopelessness cackle over strong drinks
 in their conveniently dark designated corner
Ah forgotten passion regret would lie dead in it´s stead

Passion that built cities inside memories
That love would populate
That love would light and radiate
Forgetting such a thing shortchanges true living