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"This is Not Dystrophy, but Desire"
Lead is what drives us.
A gunshot of hope,
Its sound chases our desires,
And under fire we follow our passions,
For passion is music.
A melody so sweet
That our ears lead our eyes
In our hearts our hope is blooming,
So faint, but cunning,
As we look toward the stars,
But their height is too low.
A far greater goal is to be beloved.
But to love is to be
Alone in the world
And people and places so slowly unfurl
It’s awful how such dreams are shamed
When blame is all who play this game
Bloodied and battered and beaten so bare
Our dreams are as they hemorrhage in bed.
We cut them with greed
And avoiding our yearnings
We left them in pain on the side of the road.
Bring us back home.
When we are lost in the rain,
We will return
With our desires and passions healed
Let our dreams run away,
But not too far gone
We still need our days.
Never live like you will die tomorrow.
Never live like you will live forever.
Live for dreams
Live for life
Your pace sets the beat for your score
Your passions are the notes for each page
And your desires are the warmth of your fire
Faded grandeur
Burning brightly
On stage with ringing strings
How lovely
And stunning
Not mild but brilliant and dazzling
(gold star if you know where the title came from)
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I am wondering, if you put this into stanzas, people might want to read it. Just makes it easier for busy readers to stop and look at your stuff. You have a lot of images and great phrases here. I'm not sure where they are leading to. Almost felt they were a random collection of thoughts. It is interesting enough for me to check you out more though. Do I get my gold star? 
regards huni.
