Visions of an Ambitious Soul

Wait all day, wait all night
Wait and see and hold on tight
Wait till the sun goes down one night
Wait till the fights rundown tonight.


The turmoil makes it hard for all
The penny maladies everyday befall
The rivers of thoughts are tower tall
The figment ambition is the tallest of them all.


Many seconds have to pass by,
Many sorrows to cater and cry
Many negative notions to lie
Many attempts and failures to deny.


But with us is a hope as genuine as bullion
More costly than that of a good-cut diamond
A magnificent parcel that reminds us when alone
That a paradise awaits us, chambers empty of each throne.


I’m soaring to the left; you’re soaring to the right
Both hoping to find the brighter light
I hold on to dreams, you give up the fight
Two blissful spirits, what a beautiful sight.