If it weren't for lust I don't think life would be worth living

Passion and lust are about the only things that keep me going anymore
And why shouldn't they?
Why shouldn't I live my life filled with passion

They tell me its not right
I'm no longer a child
You hear it over and over again

and yes I lust
i lust over what i can have
and i take it
i lust over what i can not have
and burn
and obsess
and sometimes i move on...
at least for a while
and other times...
I grin in the middle of the day just to think of the object of my desire

I wish i had more time to allow it to comsueme me
i think i would be better at everything if i lived in lust and passion
but the world is so afraid of emotion
they want notheing to do with it
no me
i will live in the extreem and see where it takes me
If I crash I can at least say i lived