Ambitions

Ambitions oft get put on hold For there are many strings By which our freedom is controlled, A clipping of our wings. But sometimes we must take the blame When laziness pokes through. In that case we can’t really claim There’s nothing we can do. The projects waiting for a start May languish months or years When motivation falls apart Or up and disappears. It’s great to have ambitions And an end to which we strive But the best of all magicians Can’t keep every goal alive.