Ambition is crushing me, making me wise.
To this I had no idea I could despise...
...the consumption that is taking all the fun.
I need no less than to be a smoking gun...
..that shoots off and makes it so fast to the end.
No one can get to me after or again.
Because if I see something; must have at hand,
I'll drive myself crazed.... turn my insides to sand.
Undisciplined cravings and the sole is lost
I find I must win at all spiritual cost.
So here I go again destroying whats grand
and making myself out to that big demand.
Copyright 12-20-2008© Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem