Ambition

It’s another day,

Here or wherever I thought,

I’d like to wake up, and

Feel the purpose, long sought.

A reason to live,

Beyond fear of death,

A reason to die

Not boredom or lack of depth.

Poverty makes you aspire,

Injustice makes you strong,

Meaning seems not to matter,

After a fight so long.

Ashamed, worried, jealous.

Of the path the others found

The end to work towards,

So their smiles abound.

Do we try to forget?

By everything we do

That there might be nothing

Beyond survival that’s our due.

Maybe life’s true meaning

The motivation it lends,

Despite nagging qualms,

Can’t be understood unto the end.

But we play the chips dealt,

We wait to see light

And enjoy doing those things,

Meaningless, but a delight.