A prisoner is kept within my soul,
bound fast by chains of stark reality,
behind a mortal frame where cold bars hold
the tortured half of my duality.
Held captive by his gaoler deep inside
Ambition's stifled spirit longs to flee,
to realise what wealth his dreams provide,
escape the limits of this other me.
Thus an inner struggle daily rages,
the hearts desire at odds with labours spoils.
Measuring success by more than wages,
a higher purpose for the man who toils;
and so cut loose these mundane worldly ties,
Ambition's freedom is the golden prize.



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