Break Even

If your core passion burns you well
It’d be the fire in your bones
It will turn beauty to ashes
And dye your kidneys to be black
The smoke, after blaze

You could die and shade your own blood
You would bear the cross for that cause
The profit is at your loss
If the loss rewards then good luck
Do it anyway

The face not capped with frown once loss
Nor success fix a crown on head
The eyes who seeks not for glory
And sobs not after the defame
Pick the point and run

Tochi