Motives

Many refer to passion as a fire that burns deep within As for me? I prefer mine to be akin to lava It won’t ignite all that is around it, nor burn for everything But you can be damn sure that when I find something I love to do The blue sky won’t be visible through the grime and the grit As my burning lava spits From the dormant volcano in my heart To take part in an ocean-like current of snow that begins to flow Down Pushed by my now-burning desire Just a speck building higher and higher To gather and build momentum as it tumbles Sweeping up others on its way to join it Because what is a journey without companions To walk those canyons with you But we don’t walk now, we run through Because the journey’s duration no longer matters Rather, the creations from our collaborations do They’re like movies All the same until we edit them We make the differences and changes Not just for us It’s for the actors in it that need the help and attention Because if we direct them well enough It’s us they’ll come to, to mention their problems Because sometimes, people only need someone to talk to And when they do they turn to those they trust So we just must lust to be the gold dust that shines Through the darkness for them But also organise the set as they look to us for guidance Am I the best director among us? No, none of us are We all learn from each other because We’re every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls And that’s the glue that keeps us together The glue between me and you The screws and nails Because we literally live inside a house made of each other It’s the support we provide that really matters