Life Blood

Do not mistake my ambition for greed And I will not mistake your complacency for sloth I dream of more But have no recollection of the dream My heart and soul are ravenous But I possess no memory of the taste In retrospect it's all just a rat race This pace Make haste There is always something to be kept up with, put up with, or simply dealt with This is madness not happiness Passion and zeal have come to die here Stuck in the nursery of doubt and fear I'm not here I'm out there Blazing Craving Waiting for more