Motivation

Beyond want or need I’m driven.
Captured, enthralled in the suffocating embrace of hope,

Desolate ambition snaps my mind like an executioner’s rope.
I see nothing but all I seek and I poke,
I poke to fill seeds in a land ravished by ambition,
Scorched by blindness focus.

Yes, beyond want or need I’m driven,

On burning dessert sands I plough.
I plant seeds, num my fingers digging up an oasis.
No to draught and famine I will not bow.
Skin burnt, sight faded, beauty recanted,
Laughed at, ridiculed, hated, court jester my new designation.

Eyes will turn to probe, gawk and mock.
Their gustier will say to me;
How dare you dream beyond my reality?
Dream beyond what is possible, the ghoul.
You stupid, witless moron, disable your mangled pervasion.

But no I won’t let it pass.
I won’t let my dreams into sand descend.

Because beyond want or need I am driven,
Driven to achieve.