The burning passion deep within you speaks of your true desire. You push it down, fear and judgment causes the distraction which causes the eventual downfall everyone expects from you. You care not, not enough to pick up and resume but yet only to sigh by the relief a failure like somehow you expected it too. Your desire is like a fire smoldering by dry stones. The cool winds embrace the pieces to take it apart, disassembling it until it no longer can call itself family of the mixture. You’re lament isn’t new or original because matter of fact, it is felt by many. These are trying times. How the…