poem day 9

i’m addicted to this thing called ambition

what a soul-sucking, self-depleting drug

gets you on a temporary high

pushing you through life

craving more, wanting more, needing more

one thing on your mind

before you know it you’ll do anything

gotta have it

before it’s too late, you’re hanging out with the wrong crowd

the one’s dealing ego and id

spend all your time anxiously wasting away

in hopes that the future will bring better days

of relaxation and bliss

just hope it doesn’t kill me before my time is up

gotta trade in for something better

it’s never going to be enough

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