Ambition
Decided that we are just friends,
I'm still waiting for your word,
Hope it's not final accord.
My passion flight slowly descends.
I hope you're just busy with work
Nothing extraordinary:
Sport, vocal, ordinary
Stuff. Sit here waiting like a dork.
Wanna know how you are doing
Did you fall sick with a flu?
Or are you feeling quite blue?
Or at full speed you are moving?
With friends try to stay in touch,
On and on show them I care,
Send little somethings and dare
To skype "ab und zu" and such.
Mastered the art of transition,
I found true meaning in art -
Healing to live. Now I start
Recognizing my ambition.
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