Sunday, November 25, 2012

THE TITLE IS POEM (Ambition)

Trying for the impossible, please lengthen
My reach.
Arms tire from overexterion
The composite life of many, but I'm one
Person
The dreams, the gleams of a better life
Rather than settle.
A life contained, steaming, coming through
Eyes red, exerted, lungs blue.
Feed me success, cover my naked
Soul with contemptible dress.
Ambition cease! This dog walks without
A leash.

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