As I sit here, I contemplate;
About one day eating from a golden plate;
A plate so beautiful, I cannot conceive;
But I have faith in my ambition, and I know she shall achieve.

I owe my God who pumped ambitious blood into my veins;
All that I've had, have and will ever attain;
I owe the people who made me back home;
A glorious throne to sit on and marvel at how their son has grown;
I owe my baby yet unborn;
A life unplagued by Underachievement`s prickly thorne;
I owe each and every person I have ever met;
For they have each woven a thread in my ambition`s net;
I owe my brethren for they have dutifully played their part;
And I will always unconditionally hold them close to my heart;
To my enemies I owe a standing ovation;
For they have fueled and nourished my ambition;
To me, I owe a glorious life after I take my ambitious life to completion;
For I have not forgotten my fundamental ambition whose thirst will be quenched by my salvation.