It kills my fear.

It tells me what I need to hear.

Ambition makes me tired and ill,

but I cant decide if having it is worth the effort still.

Of course it is because without it I, I mean we, are nothing.

Laying on our bed forgetting why we started

and every ounce of us is bleeding yelling for a project.

Some knowledge to acquire,

some prespire to aspire,

and last and uncertainly least.

some grey soul to lift higher.