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My Passion

Poem
| Omer Topaloglu | Issue 165 (May - Jun 2025)
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My Passion

Being barely enough while overcoming all challenges
Desires pulling me in all directions
The first and the last advice in all of this
I have a job to do

Receiving accolades or battered with hatred
Regardless, I will change it, I will save it
At the 11th hour, never a dull moment 
It’s never enough
I have a job to do

Collecting almosts all the way to the top
Running, panting, almost giving up
While grabbing, dragging, shouldering nonstop
And tumbling over the final mark
'cuz I have a job to do

Any minute now the journey can end 
Or everything can be snatched
Yet, I can’t stop here, I can’t rest
My dream, my passion, my love
I have a job to do

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