my ambition . . .?


Ah, but what is ambition, if not more cruel
than acceptance of one's role in life?
I try to fit in where I can,
though it be against my nature often...
And I am a writer, as I ever strive to be.

And to whose audience a failed soliloquy...?
And what does it matter to us?
My ambition is to understand.

And hence, in that sense,
I am damned.

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