"PASSION"

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Passion, 
The feeling and drive on has for something.
Do I have passion? 
I was asked. 

I did not know,
Just done what I've been told, for as long as I have known,
Never been one to question authority.

But here I am,
with their deepest sincerity.
No mission, no motive, 
No passion.

Day after day,
I live my life on repeat.
Following a single tune.
No joy, no muse.

Born different,
But raised indifferent, 
The look in their eyes,
A passionate gaze,
I can only hope was mine.
Yet here I stand amazed.

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