An Ode To Ambition

It's the drug that fuels your march,

Against the ticking hands of time.

Don your armor, mount a charge,

To pause for breath a war crime.

Oh glory, your labyrinthine trail,

I'll track through the sixty seconds of a ruthless minute

With a million words I'll countervail

Every letter in failure's arsenal.

Ambition, a relentless campaign,

To make meaning in an indifferent universe.

A war futile and profane,

Heroes trail destiny's hearse.