Unsupported Passion

Following my passion, I set out on my way,

With a fire in my heart and dreams to portray.

But as I ventured forth, I found myself alone,

With no one to support me, no hand to hold on.

I faced obstacles and challenges ahead,

But I pushed through them, my passion not dead.

I believed in myself and my dreams so true,

But others couldn't see what I knew.

They called me foolish and told me to quit,

But my passion was too strong to admit.

I kept on moving forward, on my lonely path,

Hoping that one day, my passion would be met with a math.

It's a difficult journey, this path I've chosen,

With no one to guide me, my heart heavy and frozen.

But I know deep down, that my passion is true,

And one day, my dreams will come shining through.

So I'll continue on, with my head held high,

Following my passion, until the day I die.

For though others may not understand,

My passion is my guiding hand.

It's a lonely journey, but one worth taking,

For in the end, my passion will be worth the aching.