The volta of ambition sings a song
A little song that dances in my mind
It can’t be right; it therefore must be wrong
So wrong, it simply must be left behind
And yet I can’t decide which note should end
Which foot that falls before its verse declines
Decline my verse and never be a friend
To anyone like me, whom verse defines
Then back to the beginning we must dance
Before the volta turns, its song to sing
Then back into the place we took our chance
Where neither one expected anything
Return my life; return my sullied cross
Return to what your spirit might emboss.