Tranquility remains elusive
Yet I refute the notion that my ambition is abusive
That it’s: toxic, constant – even intrusive
I know all this – yet escape eludes me
Trapped in a state of emergency
Flourishing of the sense of urgency
That blinds my own absurdity
Vividly disputing that my ambitions burden me
As the feeling of achievement nourish me
With an even deeper urge to succeed
Somewhere along the road I lost my sense of home
and I am now convicted to eternally roam
The edge of my own ambition
Never to settle without its permission
I nurse the idea of living on borrowed time
I can’t explain the premonitions
But premature death corrupts my vision
So I chase it all before I am forced to quit
A candle put out before it’s fully lit.
©Alexander Berg Mattsson, June 2013
Like so many things “ambition is abusive”
It’s certainly one aspect of ambition
känner igen mig. åtminstone i sista versen. bravo. bra engelska kan du med!
Tackar!
tpg, I love this… I really like the flow and continuity of this.
Glad to hear it! Thank you! 🙂
deep thoughts, my favorite line is”But premature death corrupts my vision
So I chase it all before I am forced to quit” i must say that when read between lines and scrutinized closely one will dig many many thoughts ,thanks for sharing Mr Mattson.
I could have written this. But not as well as you did. 🙂 Familiar territory in my mind and heart no doubt.
I am sure you could’ve written it better. I appreciate your praise, as always.
This reads like a rap rather than a poem (although you might claim the former is a subcategory of the latter). The difference between mainstream rap and your piece of work, is substance and intelligence.
Thank you! I do argue hip-hop is, or rather should be, a type of poetry. Really honored by your praise, greatly appreciated.
I can’t but bow to the mind sculpturing this piece… I’m certain it’ll echo through my heart longer than I can even tell especially the closure..
You were badly missed dear Alex.
Peace & Light