Endless Journey Beyond HTML version

Love, tragedy and passion are things of the past, as you witness new colors I shed,
New thoughts are conceived in my head,
One day I write to attain glorious mastery in Literature,
I am similar to you, not more than you not even your miniature.
Yet, I wander around to find answer to my question,
Questions about my inspiration,
Ones that satiate my soul,
Yet, writing helps me fill up my life's biggest hole,
Hole left by years of yearning,
One that's not even filled by my lifelong learning.