We may have plans for the future but other factors will have their say.
Ambitions (in the scheme of things)
We were born in valleys
And moss encrusted fissures
Like million year old lichen
Eager for un-time stamped journeys.
The urge for individualistic dreams
Buried in nature’s progression
Unbeknownst to us
Chuckling, steaming, scheming
To the golden carrot
On a string
Locked in targets
And battles blossoming
As surging spawn seeks
To spread
To filter
To lead
While particles continue to harden
On fallen rocks.
Pre-occupations soar
Cutting colour into the sky
While continental plates
Groan
With ne’er an eye
To what’s Above.
2013
Ambition seems furthermost from my mind these days. A decade ago, was a different story (yet with a grip on the tangible). Always good to dig back into the older works. The newer ones seem too gloomy. Though perhaps more honest.
No-one gives a fuck anyway. The work finds who it should. And misses the rest. That's just how it is.
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