Do passions dull, or do they rest
Lurking still in weary breast
For fuel that can re-ignite
Them, set the energies alight
Sending forth again the fire
Striving for that heart’s desire?
All the battles lost and won
By might of arms, or words alone
Serve to dull the sharpest blade.
World-numbed, your passions fade
And yet, I think, they still await
‘Til you can re-evaluate
What still works in your old dreams
And what’s no longer what it seems
What new causes to embrace,
Which new pathways you might trace.

*hug*