I live in ambition, aiming to fulfill my role
What that may be depends on my goal.
Day by day, I look to the skylight
Wondering what would be the day’s highlight.
I posture my thoughts, challenge my beliefs, and aim up high
Yet insignificant I feel with each breath, with each sigh.
Too much expectation, too much dedication,
has now left me with prescribed medication.
I talk to myself, wonder what steps should guide me safely to morrow.
Keeping me steady, for once without sorrow.
Keeping me grounded, with the experience of yesterday, with the knowledge that my actions will determine the days that follow.
Experience gives birth to knowledge.
And my experience suggests today:
that no goal is insignificant, no action unworthy,
if the aim was magnificence.