aimless ambition

Toiling in paper
I struggle for air
In a sea of words
Books for eternity
Never enough time
Sleep elusive as dreams
A future ever out of reach
Wanting, waiting, working – what for?
Aspirations, clear as morning dew
Destination unknown
But need not be known
Kneading my destiny
Ever forward towards
My future self
And happiness

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