What do I call that longing deep inside
To excel, to be recognized, to ride
The wave of popularity, to be admired-
Do I call it ambition, that burns like a fire
Burns a hole in my heart again and again
It is a visceral feeling, a constant dull pain
Sometimes spurs me to action, sometimes paralyzes me
But the recognition that I long for, I never see
I think I must repel success in some way
Yet I yearn for it deeply, day after day
I soothe my dejected mind with the thought
That I need to be patient, instead of being distraught
Maybe in the not so distant future, I would find
My ambitions fulfilled, if the stars align..
Passion...unbridled 