I have ambition more to the point,
Must those perfect basics disappoint?
I can function from within, like me
And all the rest of humanity.
These games and goals are scored
In open daylight, the rest I am bored.
Must ambition stay flowing with abundance?
Or do we finish with finality and acceptance?
The game won over fierce battles
Is the most serious of cudgels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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