Your passion shivers in uncaring surrounds
Desire pleads for appeal head to the ground
A begger in cities of lack, pollution blunts
All void! None of that abundance!
The wind of your inner will whirls and whirls
livens you up from boredom that makes you hurl
Look at yourself newly validated, though deprived
Loss of fresh todays, aged yesterdays are knives
Your passion shivers on dead lake shores
Desire pleads to be seen, the world ignores
No change of direction your soul sways
Compare self comin up short in every way
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