More lost ambition floats by on a summer's breeze
never capturing the essence life brought
lust and lost loves caught up in a spiders web
but nothing of interest ever caught.
Skills long mastered soon gone and forgotten
the craftsman of old lost to time
the youth of today… tomorrow much will be wasted
ambition… just waiting in line.
Truth and reality bite deep in the winters chill
always searching for a place to keep warm
then changing disguises while suffering each crisis
till all that you know is left torn.
Ambition was once what guided us forward
but now it just guides us to greed
and the youth of today… tomorrow resentful
still paying for all of OUR needs!
