Ambition
went to bed late and
got up early
eager to do
something big:
draw a masterpiece,
write a classic,
but
spun my wheels
all morning
stuck
in a failure of imagination
and then
I fell asleep
sitting up
in my chair
and woke
two hours later
with drool
running
out my mouth.
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