Photo by Craig Garner Passionately deciphering, The means to reach the needy, In the messed up agoras around the world, We are passionately trying. We see the door ahead, Along this long dark stairs, Though shrowded in the dark, We see it calling. The beginning is way behind, As we stand at the brink, Thinking of new ways to mesmerize, Reach the light at the end. Lost but not fallen, Impatient but not defeated, As the momentum pushes us forward, Tired yet raging. The journey is shrouded in mystery, Like a man searching in the dark, Tuning the other senses to see, What lie beyond the arms reach. We are the passionate minds, That work in the shadows, Not the soldiers who win battles, But the commanders who win wars. We were born with a capacity to see beyond, Calm the mind when all else is in chaos, Choose the path hidden in riddles, To reach the millstones set out.