Thou might feel thou at the edge of the universe,
Poisoned by ambition.
The same ambition that led man to do remarkable feats,
The same ambition that clothed and feed.
Every second has been momentary justification,
“Just a little more, it has to grow.”
Blind as a man that the limitations of personal values,
Is the universe calling,
For creativity, struggle, and sincerity.
“It’s fine by me. My goal is to win, and win only.”
What a beautiful capitalistic world.