Building

Once part of a building you are sentenced,
Passion is your existence, your party of events.
It has impacted you, warned you, and wanted you,
It attracts your body, no one told you the truth.

Once there was a child on the hill of entities,
That this building housed, yearning for a future;
Passion entered the child’s imagination,
A philosophy was born of the days we made.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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