Who is it that speaks of smoldering passion?
One that derived from a lingering belief
That wavers between the means and the end.
Not I; for I do not deign to rage,
Or gauge the irrevocable despair of my generation.
Maybe it's the dissent of fraying youth,
The accursed machinery of faith,
Or just a dampened,nagging irritant
That aids my silence.
P.S. - Let's think about indifference and pray that it subsides.