This is a constant conundrum that I face
Trying to find a comfortable place
Where ambition and satisfaction collide
In parallel lines I see them ride
Focus on one, and that picks up speed
Until the other is instigated by need
Then this one speeds up for a while
Trying to cover that extra mile..
I’m kept on my toes by ambition
It is what gives me some direction
Leads to sleepless nights, that’s true
As stresses of expectation I accrue..
And when my jar is filled to brim
When the lights of joy appear dim
I resolve to put aside my ambition
And be content with my condition.
I tell myself I am satisfied
I will be happy where I am, I decide
For a while I feel carefree
Like a weight was lifted off me.
Then rises the restless demon
Demanding I resurrect my ambition
Bored with “satisfaction”, I tend to comply
Ambition spurs me to action, I can’t deny.
This is the vicious cycle in which I am caught
Satisfaction and ambition, meet they do not..
I cannot choose one over the other
I shuffle between them, like a fickle lover.