passions

passions
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I spent passion with little conservation but too much.
I gained much disappointment and little satisfaction.
This is the way my world was.

Love was never mine, not the kind I looked for.

I drove to drive, to be fast and free.
Free of thinking, free of chains, free of conventional thoughts and sins.
You've heard of the Seven Deadly Sins. But there's no one number. Only the number random-picked by each church of billions.
I think there are no sins, no evils, no virtues, but only the judgements of individual men. And women. Many judgements. None of them mean anything, there is only is.
And the best thing is to be kind.
Sometimes I have not, usually through neglect, not conscious wish.
Though there are some human blots I would gladly bleach.
This is the way my world is.

I still drive hard, with few regrets.



Lancelot Price 2015 June 15 time 1014