What is the motor of megalomania?

Is the quest for power over all, born
inevitable or through circumstance?

Ambition without satisfaction seems
a common thread, the pursuit of an
always out of reach conclusion. Perhaps
a vessel too empty, never to be filled

So many levels to this conceit – a low
bully here, a house tyrant there. Yield, to
the misplaced manager of a few, to the
fully formed despot come to power armed

All disquieted by anything that lives
beyond the reach of their frustration.
More. More, the only direction followed in a
forever effort to crest this pinnacle of need

So much damage at the hands of an
emptiness that everything can’t fill