My passion for it's fading
The fire's going out
What was my pumping life blood
I now can do without
For years it had such value
For me it was my being
And now a fading memory
Days gone by I'm seeing
All things change in time
And that's just the same with passion
Sometimes the fire dies
Or the style goes out of fashion
It's still there in the sidelines
The history's in my fabric
To move on is not shameful
But forgetting would be tragic.
The tap may be turned off
But the pipes remain connected
If it's something that I want
All can be resurrected.
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