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.
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