Crooked fingers point to a disappointing face mulled away from heart’s desire. Engulfed by the will of others, taken over at a whim.. People pleasing the start of an infesting disease on a road trip from self. The treasures at the end, waiting and greeting are disappointments wrapped up in sugary coatings. Gratitude one expects from another whom has steered the ride along the way. The cross communication and lingering haunts of yesterday for today’s mishaps linger. The knowing was always there from hearts desire, a flame that never went out. Kindle that fire no matter what.. Your birthright of direction. Let not others lead you by their flame. Passion the key to a burning vigorous flame. Burning through diversity your flame is yours alone begotten by none.