Living my dreams was a passion within
But I chose to ignore the passion…
Keeping my desires well-hidden,
Fulfilling others' dreams became a mission.
Passion to fly high, passion to succeed
Remained a tiny fluttering inside my heart…
I had the wings but was not sure of my speed.
For, I chose to keep my passion set apart.
As I woke up from life’s slumber
Half the glass was empty…
As the years rolled by I would ponder
Have I accomplished in plenty?
Searching for the source of fluttering
I tumbled upon my passion
Is it too late? I found myself uttering.
My thoughts entwined in impassion.
Having worked hard fulfilling my mission
My heart filled with emotions swings
I now want to unleash my passion.
As I test my unfurled wings…
