Our Ambition swallows time like nectar,
savouring every nuanced textured droplet
even its residual moisture
once the cup of life has been quaffed;
The table laden with opportunity and adventure
groans with the burden of fully brimmed goblets,
Our thirst knows no quenching
and is seldom slaked
by fleeting thoughts of abstinence;
for how could we?
should we then abstain from breathing
because it excites our lungs?
should we then order our blood’s circulation
to cease because it merely reinforces
Our appetite to live and to do
and to be,
Aut Caesar, Aut Nullus.