A spark and the entire thing is ablaze
Passion is fuel energy released
A roman candle of exploding light rays
The spirit roars in a consuming feast
Awoken from overwhelming slumber
Calendar pages go swirling past
Presented with expectations to encumber
The ice beneath feet melts too fast
The fire consumes inner peace
Wounded souls never completely heal
Smiles soar but hearts never release
Feelings are made of tempered steel
Worlds circling but not colliding
Talking past the elephant in the corner
Turn inward, confront what’s hiding
Now a friend, no longer a
foreigner
Ticket 2 Ride 