"This Time With A Little More

PASSION"

I can only wish for you to think of me as passionate.

I beg for your approval. For that consistent nod, which in turn,

Will help me stay in time.

Not because I can’t rely on myself, or because my senses are contorted, but because

You guide me. You power me. You drive me to be what you want me to be.

It is you who is passionate.

Not me.

I am only on this stage merely to distract you from your thoughts,

And hopefully to create new ones, or perhaps to release existing ideas into fresh air.

But with the slightest tremble,

I am finished, destroyed, ripped apart piece by piece and flesh from bone,

With nothing left but a decrepit name.

All of which is by a singular force that hundreds of you effortlessly work to create.

It takes a lot from me to be passionate.

I concentrate all my efforts, but never actually think about what I am doing.

In fear of forcing passion

I consider my facial expressions.

Naturally writhe, but carefully as to not to exceed

My limit.

Yes, there are limits.

That unspeakable balance between

A self-conscious consideration and one who is completely careless is rare to come by,

But once you have a glimpse,

All thoughts on the actual product are worth a grain of salt,

And for that, I beg for your forgiveness,

Because I consider.