Ambitions take time
This had taken all of mine
It would have been my father’s dream
Arranged by my plans and scheme
Inch by inch, chip by chip
To make him proud
And to dare to think it aloud
But it’s all come to nothing
Just bluffing, no fuckin thing
Just a waste,
A taste so bitter
I hope I now understand
Not to build hopes on sand
Look elsewhere for something better
My self-belief made so small
By a ballot, it was made nothing at all
No one noticed a part of me die
I shake hands; say “Goodbye”
Bite my tongue
Don’t cry
Don’t stay and don’t look behind
Nevermind
Be the bigger man and let them off light
Just say “good night” and crawl away
And hope tomorrow is another day
But, it’s hard to let it go
As the days flow by
Is that it, with nothing more spoken
“. . . can I watch the things I gave my life to,
shattered and broken?”1
Betrayed not by a kiss
Or a stab in the back
But by the apathy of once good friends
It ends
1 Borrowed from Rudyard Kipling, \"IF\"