given some opportunities
to go in life
strive for the finish
and then you die
I don't wanna do that
but I think it's happening
the story repeats
for me everlasting
in a contest for it all
letting others beneath you fall
it annoys me
the audicity of some
to let people down
you become the champion
and then they cry
but you have to remain
the proud little warrior
you are.
it happens again
over and over
trying to hold you position
trying to keep it steady
they charge at you like a bull
and hit you in the gut
but what happens is the best may win
I don't know if it's me
I'm still waiting to see
how I will turn out
finally.
the top is the winner
that wasn't me
I think I'll think this over
am I going to die
mentally?
physically?
both?
I don't know what to do
I didn't make it
I didn't do it
I am a failure
disappointed in me
I see. this is what they want
it's only some silly game
the game of life and winning
the game of art
the game they think is entertaining
bloody, brutal
sweaty, smiling
the winner up there
relieved of problems
as we all perish
soon to be forrgotten
I guess that's fair
they tried their all
and managed to do it
I think I'm okay
I've gone far enough
if I had won
I think I would be the same
the one everyone blames
but instead
I got a few friends, hit in the head
we can carry on
and sing our somber song.
© Mochabebe116