the noise of life deafens and blinds me searching for meaning i lose myself among the false doors and flashes of light tricking my eye to believe the lie of finality an end to a maze I seek to leave behind the passion that leads me splinters, lingers, and often leaves me desperate and desolate is it passion that drives us? Is that passion enough to keep up the day today drudgery, monotony, the pain & sorrow? And where is the happiness kept that is so elusive, but within ourselves how does one let go enough, but keep enough to be real, true, and not lose one’s self? How does one release all of the potential hidden deep inside?n(cartoon)nlmw