A ceaseless striving, to what end?
To achieve dissipated goals.
Energy frittered and wasted,
Heeding not the voice of the soul.
What voice? It is long since stilled,
Drowned by the ceaseless noise of fear;
Of losing out, not being present,
At events that others hold dear.
Inner voice, guiding light, re-ignite
In me the blazing flame of passion.
Let the light lead from within:
A beacon to self and fulfilment.
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