AMBITIONS

Founded upon a crooked line;brick by brick grow
Leaning like the icicles, hallow
Dip by dip,they wait,trickle and flow
In the distant stream of dreams
That one itching icicle screams.

Thrusted upon the passion of cold river
Sometimes,laying dead on the shore
Sometimes,floating on the water
Playing with the waves;ebb and flow
With the pebbles on shore,they glow.

The river in its fullness goes beyond the shore
Toss them against the hermetic door
Broken apart into pieces and pains
Find no solace in the city of chains
Go back to the river when it rains.

Proceed to some sea of salted sorrows
Falling like the broken arrows
And wounds cry of the pain
Melody sweet,so sweet of the sobs
O' soul of the dead city, thy heart throbs.

Swan song echoes in the valley of oceans
Unpleasant are,but tattering of machines
Left the city,now leaving the sea
Here the tale ends with a tail out
Ambitions wisely die with ambitious doubt.