It never will finish, but it can run dry.
It is a passion, but is hardly considered.
It is life, but is not lived.
Its a wife, no longer a girlfriend.
Its an investment, more than something to 'try'.
Its exercise, but I don't move at all.
Its pride shared with complete strangers.
Its young and its old but its always a alive.
Its considered, its plotted, its rendered...its mine.