Ambition must be made to counteract


Ambition, itself its greatest hindrance.


Old ambitions are so often attacked,


Crushed, replaced, leaving only an imprint.


See, Ambition’s prey is satisfaction,


Satisfaction, the result of getting.


Getting, the end of a vast reaction,


Catalyzed by a sneaky Ambition.


Ambition whispers in our naïve ears,


Of the greater things on the horizon.


So we stumble forth, ignoring our fears,


the comfort of our present condition.


Then when we find what we are looking for,


Ambition tells us we’re destined for more.

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