Important, it is, one’s genuine compassion
All that mater relates to one’s concrete passion
Yet, it is troubled, when one does not have the
reason
A pity, indeed, yet it does situate such a confusion
Thought, it was a matter of making a choice
Following, obeying, your heart’s own voice
Without being aware of a loss of interest
Spoiling one self, the priority that came first
Too many questions, none were and are answered
Fear and anxiety, things that makes us cornered
Yet worry not, such matter lies without a context
It is a thing, against us we cannot protect
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