Ambition Poem by Alfie Button

Petty pretences line the world,
Like silent deathtraps waiting to explode
Or implode depending on their nature,
Forces almost impeccably built,
Making forcefields around those who built them,
Subtely, not obvious to the public,
They lie in anger, waiting to vanquish,
Unseen, unknown, unheard,
Whispered about in thoughts,
Only by the mortally undying,
To satisfy the needs of those who betray them,
But have second faces showing fulfilment,
You cant take what you haven’t helped to achieve,
Much like Selfish clichés undertaken by the ambitionless,
Everything lies in a state of flux,
Waiting, waiting, waiting, for appeasement, it would seem,
Though whatever is lying in wake, in store for us,
Shall soon surface this earth and rise,
Causing detriment and atrocities to create havoc with haste,
Procrastination, common nowadays,
Slowly obliterating the world with harmless nothings,
All ultimately part of a chaos construction,
God chooses to call humanity.