I tire of my desire,

To see the world on fire,

And make every pessimist a liar.

I tire of my desire,

Of looking on higher, 

For others to fuel fulfill my firer desires.

I do not dare to stand here clear.

But only aware of how fear can steer. 

Know my desire is to see us inspired.

To be fueled by passion that does not tire.

Know that I stand here fully aware but still unclear of where we steer. 

Tired, unaware, gripped with fear, with little to nothing clear. 

I now stare, and little by little become aware,

My mind slowly cutting through the glare.

and dare, to wrestle with the fear,  as I search for a lens that will

cut the glare. I feel the heat everywhere.

I feel the fire rising and I become aware, that those who care 

Will help me will steer., 

But my desire will light the world on fire,

And I will never tire. and our desires will the light world on fire.

Poem by Jamal Bilal

Photo by Yaoqi LAI