Ambition
Ambition
by Odin Roark


We ponder

Natural versus man made.
We marvel at technology,
remembering youthful innocence,
seduced by adult expectations.

We bolt

Futures filled with confusion.
The imperative of progress.
Move with the flow,
or be left behind

We escape

Wondering about the conundrum,
the future unknown,
the past unchanged,
the present rife with decision.

We walk

Sidewalks beneath our feet.
Glass and metal spoils above our head.
Anxious crowds blanketing the tundra.
Never-ending neurosis to photograph.
Watering holes for catching your breath.

We run

Timeshare development at our heels,
estates, yachts, Maseratis, trophy brides,
everyone wishing to live beyond their means,
never comprehending long term costs,
the kinds slowly absorbing our oxygen,
consumption’s methodical genius.

And then…

Suddenly

“We’ve arrived!”

But where?