Cracks in Ambition

I’ve got ambition, much like anyone.

It’s like a sidewalk, my drive, my ambition.

But I’ve got these cracks, setbacks, these afflictions.

These flaws in this concrete, they’re holding me back.

I push and I claw, I bite, I attack.

This hunger within me fights on toward its prey,

But all these damned cracks seem to lead me astray.

 

I keep yearning, desiring something more.

I push and I shove, rolling over the daisies,

The bugs try to slow it, but can’t even faze me.

But on this sidewalk, not all obstacles are small.

The cracks are too powerful, and cause me to fall.

I get up and I run, feet stinging against the concrete,

I won’t let my tongue taste the bitter dirt of defeat.

 

I won’t let these jagged cracks cause me to falter,

My drive is still strong, though my concrete is altered

I run like the wind, with my dreams at the end,

And I won’t give in ‘til I have them in hand.

I extend these tired legs, trying to dodge and avoid

Those familiar little snags, that hold me back and won’t be destroyed.

I won’t have these damned obstacles leaving me feeling devoid.

 

I push, pull, extend, retract, stronger than ever before.

I leap, defend myself, attack, ‘til I get what my heart yearns for.

My knuckles bleed and sting, but defeat is a feeling more piercing.

My shoes are worn, wearing down to nothing, and ringing is all I am hearing.

Then I rip through the obstacles, thrash over the concrete, still never seeing the end.

The cracks in my ambition have become a hated friend.