lust for life and passion's fire
burn down all on my highway
hardly breathing, walking halfway
paying debts of past desire

days and works, a life of strain
no boundaries are crossed by me
just stumbling humbly, as you see
like other good folks in pain

homer, hesiod, in their days
discovered man in such a view
gave me nothing, that is true
waiting for my pay always

ideal drowned in mud and shame
ambition ate my conscience whole
every day a brand new goal
that someone will like my name























































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