Seed of Ambition

Early adulthood. Early twenties. Life pondering.

Plowing up the mislaid dreams she never recognized
In years of youth when time was ripe to be identified
Her fingers digging hastily into forgotten soil
Desperate to unearth desire in a life of merely toil

A fresh-cut naive flower resting in a rosebud vase
Seeking purpose and belonging in another dreamer’s place
Where water from a tap cannot fill up a sense of self
And the sunlight can't get to her since she's hidden on a shelf

The adolescent petals are soon shedding from the bloom
Storms of discontent on the horizon start to loom
A life cannot be watered with another person’s dreams
Happiness needs its room to grow outside familiar weeds

Her ambitions seemed to go astray along a beaten trail
So she retraces all her steps in desperation not to fail 
To find the bud she was before uprooted from the ground
And hear the woodland echoing an independent sound

Slowly the forgotten dreams of childhood’s distant past
Were brought up from insightful dirt in a reflective mass
There they lay as plain as day unearthed for her to see
But rediscovery gave her little help in just how to achieve