Inside this heart of mine exist a million ambitions each one a giant
each one crushing reality to manifest itself into it
OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh
In this heart stir a hundred spoons made of emotional steel
Mixing the contents
Just one of those ambitions jumps out and holds reality a hostage
Brushing it's face with blue hands and scorn
But wakes and feeds it every morning and finally releases it
into the garden of new life where it flourishes a bull in fine pasture
As to my ambition it jumps high and tickles the sky shamelessly
it rolls back into the plains and grasslands
It digs up a lake and washes itself
Until it shines brighter than jewelry under direct sunlight
It turns and shows the world how it plans to tend it's weak
and cull it's strong
Sweat hits it's brow
Soup boils in my heart
OOoooohhhh
Open that box so prohibited by wise nightmares
Open that box that concludes the inner wisdom
Shine it out proudly and the eternal power as a feast not for one day!!!!!!!
Forever forever forever forever
Ohhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmeee at the conjuring of such a blinding vision
Me mixing the cauldron!
I eat the soup and be it!
For this is the nature of my ambition
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