The Curse of Ambition
The well is dry, the lemon squeezed
Creativity and effort’s final drop spilled
The fountain of youth, now a dustbowl
Empty promises, what a show!
End of my tether, I feel the strain
Pushing forward, in endless pain
Commitment to self, my only drive
To never quit, to always survive
But exhaustion looms, like a dark cloud
Before my collapse, I ask ‘am I proud?’
I'll push on, till the bitter end
I’ll surmount this mound
Like Bukowski wrote, "the race goes on"
Though my legs feel like they weigh a ton
I'll keep running, till the end of time
For success is the most difficult climb.
Copyright © David Chen | Year Posted 2023
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