Admiring joyous movements of
young performers which I can
never imitate
Joyful victory scares me, self-help
books claim we only attain what
we can visualize
Success eludes us if we long for
fun, but ambition seems empty
I cannot envision
A goal reached, I long for
adventures, preferring
spiritual wisdom
I enjoy writing down my
thoughts, words singing
a rhythmic melody
Lack of ambition is not a moral
failing, though society doesn't
allow it so
I only see colleagues and family
obligations superseding
a universe of dreams
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