Wrote this while studying for endsem... between bouts of self hate.. self pity .. and eventually being amused with myself..

Ambition is a strange thing.
It grows forever more.
You may think you've run out of it,
But theres always more in store.

You think you know your limits,
What you can and can not do.
You feel smug with this knowledge,
Until it jumps out at you.

It doesn't even try to think ,
Spares not one rational thought.
Driving you on to the end of wars,
You shouldnt have even fought.

It makes you life hell.
Saps out your soul.
It brings about feelings fell,
Dark as the darkest coal.
There isnt a bone in your body
That it doesnt leave sore.

Each time it jumps up and bites you,
Sinks its teeth into your heart.
You curse it profanely, you do,
But let it play its part.

Ambition makes you dream,
Of things that you could do.
You may fail miserably,
Yet, it still sticks by you.
Fawning, prodding incessantly,
Making you go beyond all youve ever needed,
Beyond all you choose to see.
Without ambition in your life,
What good would it ever be.

01/12/03