passion, I think, is a young thing something that comes to you when you don't know any better to deny it and send it on through passion is something you live for breathe it as it sits on your mind, wet it makes you come through jeans, and forget where it was you put your cigarette and when you grow older, you look back and think how you lived and breathed day after day for this passion you had that is gone now but you're not bereaved it's a natural thing that happens glory fades at the top of the wall after challenge is met, it gets old and soon it will be too cold to be moving very fast at all.