Passion
A poem I wrote kind of based on Dead Poets Society
Life is a passion,
Life is a kill,
Life is a thrill,
If we let it become what it will
We lose our way.
And find it again.
Only to find we're back where we began
To find our way we lose it
To lose our way we
find,
we conform to societies bind
In that we lose our free thinking and mind
Sleep to wake
Dream to die
Live for life
So follow blind you lemmings as you will
But we don't follow you
We live for the thrill
We follow our hearts till it brings us death
We leave behind
All that gives hat
So we can live life to the fullest
So we can create
So die all pain, sorrow and woe
So that we can just go
I want to live and say I lived
Not to live and say I died
I live to live
In Carpe Diem
Not to conform but to simply
BE FREE.
I wrote this in creative writing the topic, Nonconforming/Passion.
