ambition is when you're running
hard and fast, away from
who you had been, and so
when you encounter that past
you become nasty and mean
contempt rears its ugly head
for that self you left behind
but you keep meeting it
every which way you turn
down the road of...
what race is that?
how can life be so callous?
forcing you to dig up pain
is there no getting around
that monster of an anguish?
oh well, the soul would not rest
until the score is settled
and these are the antagonists:
misconception and the pride;
must you go on then
in that race -- of proving
who you are not?
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