Ah, My Ambitions Are Wailed and Buffered By Unexpected Winds

Ah, my ambitions are wailed and buffered by unexpected winds, and the hope for tomorrow is crunching with the weeping leaves detaching from the branches and becoming yellow, auburn, and dry! Yesterday I sat by the creek and followed the flow of the gurgling water, but its sound was too deafening for a nimble mind not seeking tranquillity, many contemplate death and confront fate's lie that's a mere lullaby: who has less courage, with no purpose for being alive, can't alter it by a hair! Bethoughts were clouds suspended over the slow-rotating Earth, I tried to give them a realization to break the curse spoken by an envious rival; the quicker I chased them, the faster they fled, and breathlessly I was bound to fall into unseen dangers never expected to make me feeble and rapidly fall! Ah, my ambitions are walled and buffered by unexpected winds, and my wish was to see them go further than they ever could, not being brutally tortured and taken out of existence totally! Would I gather the strength to rebuild them as a mighty fortress? When we dream imagination sets no limits to our ambitions and being bold is essential to the achievement that clutters the dreamer's mind... with one exception: never settle down for less if the spirit declares ambiguity!