Dear lads, the cost of ambition I share
To every dick and Harry left bare
Where allies turn foes like every Tom and a Jerry
Settling scores and pawning pails with merry
From a departure from nature's be-hi-nd
To a discomfort with a blend of sui-ci-de
When you clock 18 and old
Would regrets or promises be left untold?
Or feelings you wish you could un- feel
Begetting scenarios that feels so real?
Would you like to hold the mace?
And scamper about like in a wild goose chase
Live a life smeared with lust to the full?
And still earn accolades for a fool!
When you are sore and bold,
Do you hunt that lass in gold?
Or gloat in her moans and screams?
With that moment of 'Bernard in beams'
Perhaps you need a little ecstasy
Preferably a Disney in the world of fantasy
Where your butterflies revel your 'Lavaticus'
And after obey his laws like in the book of Leviticus
For a time would come,
When we would count our losses
Misaligning from time striated tricks
And scribbling impromptu remarks on every piece
For the cost of ambition is like a psychopath
A working writer yet nursing pools