They talk of our potential,
of all the doors education opens,
of the greatness we can achieve,
but once the ceremony ends,
we're left grasping at the air,
trying to seize what was promised.
But potential is like the future,
immaterial yet impossible to deny,
bathed in the uncertainties of
possibility,
unclear and undetermined,
the potential for a great future
accompanied by potential for misery.
Tell me where my ambition will fall,
of passionate fulfillment and joy,
or a life full of dissatisfaction.
Will I never be satisfied with my life?
Have I doomed myself
for getting lost in dreams of more?
Are there any happy endings for the
ambitious,
or is it always not enough?
When the world has been conquered,
the solar system comes into sight,
then the galaxy, then the universe -
the infinite always just out of reach.
-Zero
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