The Death of a Passion

The passion in my eyes

died and lost it's glimmer.

 

Inspiration and motivation 

became difficult with even concentration.

 

Panic became common

over what to study within the moment

 

because to lose my passion

for the major I was going in

 

meant to sit lost and confused

in the time which could be used

 

finishing preparations for the calling

which life has been rustling for me.

 

Can't waste time when this is

the only life I have to live.

 

Yet figuring out what it is I wish to do

feels like a waste of time

 

I wish I knew.

 

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