Transition of Ambition

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Once I thought

That I would climb

The top of mountains

In my prime

Then stand around

The land to see

The people looking up at me

 

But now I know

There is

No way to go

But down inside

Myself to know

The only route

To truth is through

The mock eaves

Of the upside

Root of you

And me to meet

In landed rounds

Of soundly

Greet do we

 

©K Barr

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