I cannot speak,

I cannot articulate,

I cannot say what I have to say

This passion inside that blinds my mind is stowed far away

So far that there’s nothing I want to do.

No one I yearn to see.

Nothing I can’t live without.

It’s tucked down, hidden deep. (Does it even exist?)

There is nothing I want to do.

No one I yearn to see.

Nothing I can’t live without.

Except uncovering the passion in me