Shackled Ambition

I move as one, with a thousand others,

An entity in my own right,

Yet part of the collective.

I am autonomous and solely accountable,

But remain imprisoned in the collective.

I try to break out, to flex the boundaries,

But am rebuffed, dumped back into place.

Like a pawn on a chessboard,

I have my role to play.

But never should I dare,

To aspire for more.

I am a pigeon and this is my hole.

Earning my feed,

I am expected to succeed.

But not too far

Stifled ambition is my legacy

To break the mould, heresy