where is our passion
lost in the recess of our lives
trapped in our existence
blind to that of which we dream

our lives become a vacuum
bounded by emptiness
with a void on the horizon
we succumb to the sane

our spirit is dulled
our powers diminished
now wandering unanimated
until we enter the world without end

take measure of our being
contemplate our purpose
absolve our tarnished essence
and we may be reborn

to journey anew
wind in our hair and sun on our face
free from the captivity
which once ruled our lives