Blind Ambitions
Ambition is to fight to become as our dreams demand,
Always something different, always something else.
To lose what we are… to become what will be…
To fight the world for recognition… endlessly and constantly.
It’s something never truly or totally achieved.
It’s really an image we want others to believe.
We leave everything and one behind for an empty dream…
It empties our soul to the important things in life…
Till no one is left except our wayward and empty hearts
Alone, we strive so that we can now find something to believe
Then the hole it has made demands that it must be filled.
So our self-image and loneliness make us dig harder still.
Then the stark reality of the emptiness works on our souls
And we try to forget it with drugs, parties, fake friends, and alcohol.
Now forever we will wish to fill where before we were full
Why couldn’t we see we once had every thing?
Ambition is a blinding and a lonely making thing.
The richness of life is stolen to fulfill the dream…
And then only hangers-on come…who wish to steal your dream
Excess and wild living will never fill the void…
Only seal the end of our dreams, lost forever more…
Dedicated to all the ambitious and famous people who died early due to
excesses of drugs and alcohol.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2011
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