Passion

Uncertainty looms in my head

As I trek this gravel road up the mountain top

Where I met those who had gone before

Bearded and forgotten

Forcing positivity via psychotropic means

Unable to lend permission to a cynical voice

All revolutionaries in speech and demeanor but silent in action

As I see snowy huts and people who call themselves activists but leave it at the page

I came over the peak and on its descent greener pastures arrive and it had been seven years since I had been here

 I made it down from complacent ascension that a rebellion of the mind began on this day

Transcendent from pragmatism

Risen to passion