Scram

Your passion flows deep, deeper than any river or trench that man may know of. As I stare and watch your mind fill with the possibilities of your craft only you know, I see the world reflected back at me. It's vast, pleasant, and joyful. Wonder fills my eyes as I see the hard work and dedication to your craft gives you. I must admit I am jealous. I want to dip into your sea and steal some of your passion. I want to see the world through your eyes. It must be so bright and purposeful. But I cannot. For your passion is one that I cannot comprehend. Its beauty is something I am merely lucky to witness. And so as you hone your craft I shall stand beside you. To see the wonder of the world reflected back to me. I muse to myself in these moments that I must be luckiest person on the planet to stand witness to you.