I am glaring, glaring out at a planet
of madness and strife,
insanity, stupidity, conflict, and debate
of which I am all-too-willing and eager to participant in...
and there is a soft hand upon my shoulder...
I am rebelling, clashing, questioning, in dispute
with all of humanity,
my teeth are bared, my fists are clenched
I am ready to take my cause into the streets...
and there is a silent whisper in my ear...
I am ready to conquer, to achieve and prevail
at all endeavors, and climb the ladders of success.
I have it all and I am ready to go forth and use it...
and a warm body pressed up against mine...
Now is the time! I am going out to ascend the heights
and reach the pinnacles of society...
I march toward the door and through it out into the world,
no one is going to stop me or get in my way!
and I hear a soft crying...
I get in my car and reach for the ignition,
my mind ablaze with the bright future before me,
and with all those whom I would slay on my rise to the top...
and I see a saddened silhouette in the doorway...
In my mind I could see it- me at the top,
the battles won, the mêlée past,
standing triumphant with...
and my mind freezes...
I turn off the ignition and get out of the car.
I return to a soft hand, a silent whisper,
a warm body, a saddened silhouette softly crying
in the doorway, and I finally see...
success is a rose, a rose right before me.
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