The rabbit hole

by Mark

You’re told
Follow your passions.

What if your passion is a fleeting
Lotto ticket thumping at your heart?
Or schools of goldfish forgetting this?

You follow that passion down holes
That thrust your veins from simmer to Sultry sun blasting  dragons
Breathing  nirvana into the lungs.

Passionate people can’t cope with
over the counters charging their heart.

They want ardor ramblings
Stressing  social network stabilizers
As,they send out feelers with fervor
Set to strangle their world of desires,
Cultivating  a circle  where the
Nuclei unroll  past the membrane
breaking through crust held walls.

Mark J Blu