Ambition
i'm a line
destined to
be drawn
a curb
maid to walk on
a nerve
able to live on
a broken heart
urgent to move on
a pill
i can take away your
paid temporary
i gain on life
why in such a hurry
the claim of
brilliance
alwayz first not at all
secondary.
the start the end
the open the close
the noise the silence
maid from a rose.
Ambition
Copyright © Frederick Smith | Year Posted 2005
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