of Passion’s Future

I once was a man of passion… a younger man.

I ran blindly toward a challenge.

I didn’t recognize obstacles as such.

Failure was never in my mind…

My goals were only slowed… not ended.

Perhaps I didn’t have specific goals.

Perhaps they were dreams.

Yes… I was a young man of dreams.

I had a passion for life…

I was a lover of people… of laughter.

I was a passionate lover… and a lover of life.

I woke in search of my past…

I was surprised… shocked of my missing soul.

When did it happen? Where did it go?

Maybe it is gone… maybe it is hidden…

Are my passions only thoughts… only whims?

The spark of life remains…

But life has taken control… time has pulled at me.

I used to wake to dream of my day…

Now I nap… a thief of time.

Now, I know of this ghostly visitor…

Now that I know, I will fight.

I will have to plan, unlike before.

I can dream my dreams and follow the path.

Please don’t tell me of my age.

Please don’t be a discouraging voice to my soul.

I will dismiss you… dismiss your eyes.

Look for my return… look for me in your dreams.

Now that I know of passion’s past,

I know of passion’s future.

                                                Shannon R Killman