The air is ripe with passion, Love for something gone so stale, Does he stand alone? Does he pray to a god long gone? “Did I miss the next fad out of town? Did curiosity kill my dreams? No, they’re long dead, Foolish scenes played out in my head.” A victim of opportunity: Of misguided, ardent love. Russian roulette of ideas, Pull the trigger and find your purpose. This passion is not mine; This love , far from divine.