Passion

Inspiration strikes unexpectedly
We are forced to follow the passion as it hits us
We are forced not to be forced
We are forced to be accept that which is thrust upon us,
that which is given to us freely,
that which we pull like teeth from other people's mouths as if we were slowly dying ourselves
that which makes no sense, much like the line before this one.
Unfortunately there is no way to determine the possibilities before we achieve,
Nor to discover the unfortunate consequences when we drift away from our purpose.
From our mind.
From our passion.
We are forced into plurality, into communalism, into communism,
into a tribe.

Who's to say that a tribe is a bad thing?
Who's to say that having support from those who love you is bad?
Who's to say that it's ok to trust people, though?
Who's to say that anyone may say
Will say?
Could say?
Won't say despite all possible pleading,
despite all possible invocations,
despite all possibilities.
Despite the inauthenticity of life, of that word, or my mind
Purely following the purity contained within the heart.

All for the sake of a woman,
of a companion.
Of a mate.
Why would a mate matter?
Why would companionship matter?
Why would love matter?
Why isn't it ok to be alone, to be afraid to be isolated from others?

Because others matter more than your own self sometimes.
Because you would do anything for another, if only she would ask,
although she won't.
Although she wouldn't.
Although she can't.

If only she could.