The things I wonder about are things I write about. The things I write about I wind up by exploring, for one does not know how much one knows until one starts to write.
Ambition
I’m never certain How I feel about ambition. I suspect a ‘pro and con’ Existing one inside the other;
A doubtful aim, Passive as a dream that may be Based on what’s illusory. Or like a hurricane That drives though friendships, kith and kin - Anything that blocks the way To his or her supremacy.
A triumph or a trump? Does it falsify what ought to be In inner you and inner me: Peaceful and in harmony?
Ambition’s song feels somehow wrong; The canvas of acceptance torn. One's always read One should be lead By what goes on right now; The loving of the here and now The road that leads where you should go.
Ambition spends its time on what can be; Wasted energies too in a rush To reach objectives preached eons long gone Standing for patience, modesty and reason. I’m not certain how I feel about ambition.
.trump: a verb which means: outshine, outclass, eclipse, surpass, leave standing, concoct, fake, falsify…” 2..ambition: “from the Latin/French ‘ambire’ to go round soliciting, drumming up…A