A tide

Its not a splash of water,
born out of a trivial stone,
thrown into the stagnant pool,
of your hopelessly desiring mind.

Its but a tide that rises,
taking all the ocean with it.
An all encompassing surge of desire,
That drives you unconditionally blind.

It is this very tide thats called,
ambition by few, avarice by some.
But when it consummately soaks your mind,
Certain success, you will but find.