Even the water
had passion in it

as I held my hands
under the running water

water molecules
hitting hard

yet it felt so
light

so fresh

so pure

So full

of passion
...

I closed the book
and turned around

It was time

to take a walk

outside


the sun was shining

and I had passion


in every little cell


in my body



like a dewy
painting

like a sheer
call for someone
to come home

wherever that is
...

But who cares?


Night or day

it does not

matter
...


As long as I've got passion
running through my veins

any place in this universe

is my home

whether it be
in a dewy painting

or on the stage

as long as there is passion

as long as there are sparks


in every little cell

in my body

I have a home

and the home's called



- passion