Guile

Gustatory desire, like a trapped thought in the abyss of lust for a hunger that can never be satiated I bring you desperation. In your ambition, for the mutilation of the ever-growing fear that begets a type of salvation too well-known to be desired, you fail to conquer your ambitions. If one is ever to succeed then one must succumb to the irony that is the determination of others, the lack of empathy from others, and the all too real altruistic motive to step over those ahead and below you in order to rise above and to the top.
The mere fact that our family lies in the ruins of our torpid torment as if waiting for the lamentations of the past to become; metamorphosis of the senses in ways never begotten, for it is in the savoring of that moment that the fashion which comes from understanding all which lies within our power loses all, gains nothing, and dies.
It is within us to overcome, to in a moment's flight perceive the will and understand the notions that make us who we are. Yet, the banal attempt to succeed allows us yet once more to continue in our human endeavors for just another day.
I lack not the desire for more, but refuse to accept that it was not desire , will, or determination that drove me here , but gull.