They are keen to be eager
Those lambs to the slaughter
Expectantly optimistic
With delusions of worth
Their climbing a ladder to nowhere
Ambition festers
The wave of enthusiasm gets washed away
Leaving just the wealth of experience
That claustrophobic certainty of knowing there place
Small cogs
Turned dizzy
Nothing but shadows
They chase the big wheel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem