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.