You are not the first,
Nor will you be the last
To neglect that wretched child of humanity,
That poor soul named Ambition.
Many will find them in the strangest of places,
At work, while out on a walk, even within their own homes.
We are all parents to Ambition.
Many worry that the appetite of this child is without measure,
That they have no food to give it.
Then they decide to abandon it,
Hoping that a kinder, gentler soul will find it and care for it.
I found Ambition shivering and alone in my classroom.
I will not starve them.
I will take them with me and feed them all they can eat.
Ambition is clever.
They can find food in times of plenty and in times of hardship.
We must care for ambition, and if you will not, I will.

“You’re beautiful,” he says wholeheartedly in bed
“And you’re the only thing that goes on in my head.”
She looks at him concerned and declares
“I think I’m all right as if anyone cares.”
“I care!” he whispers into the night.
“I care about you, you’re a great sight!”
She smiles and nods and looks in his eyes
“I wish I could believe all of your lies.”
“Who says I am lying?” he responds with a frown.
“I try lifting you up but you always stay down, why?” he asks more concerned
As if these words will help her concur
“I’m sorry,” she looks down, “I don’t believe your words.”
“They’re too extravagant for me. Too robust.
If anything I think you’re just full of lust.”
He looks at her astonished, then grabs her hand,
“I try my hardest to make you feel grand.
But with the way you act, it’s seems it’s not worth it.
If I try my hardest and you try your worst,
Then what’s the point of having you closest.” his eyes well up and his belly is full of anger.
“I apologize for being so nice, when all you want is a sadder device.”
At this point, she stopped listening, she knew what he was saying,
It’s the same thing over why she’s insane.
“Why can’t you feel that I love you so?
I love you as much as the wind blows!”
She looks at him once and then twice and shakes her head
“I try to see how you do, I try to see it in every way possible
But my mind doesn’t seem to get over that obstacle.
You do everything a man is to do with a lover
But I guess my soul is just made out of rubber.”
He looks at her strangely and tries to put it together
Twisting his mind into shapes unimaginable he looks at her and states
“Well, this is unfathomable. I do everything I can to make you happy!
And you don’t seem to want that, no not at all!
It’s almost like you’re trying to be a drawl!”
She turns away instantly, now she’s angry too
Why would he say such a thing to her?
She wants to be sad, she wants to be afraid
“You know what?” she says “You’re totally right.”
Confused and upset he gives her a weird look.
“This melancholy feeling is all in my brain.
I only do this because I want constant pain.”
“That’s not what I meant! That’s not what I wanted to say”
“Well it’s what you had said, and that’s how it’ll remain.”