*
In the arena of ambition,
where dreams collide like comets,
the pulse quickens, hearts race—
a dance of exhilaration and dread.
*
On one side, a spark ignites,
the drive to leap, to chase what gleams.
Hands clenched, muscles taut—
a breath held tight in the chest
as the competition begins.
*
There is something pure in this pursuit,
the joy of stretching farther
then we did yesterday.
*
Fingers grip the edge of the podium,
sweat mingling with the sheen of triumph,
the sweet scent of victory,
the taste of hard work forged in struggle.
With each step, one side falls behind.
*
Not all reach the finish, or hold
the gaze of the crowd that cheers
for the winner, the one on top.
*
But beneath the surface, shadows linger,
whispers of envy weave through smiles,
as friendships fracture like glass,
shattered by the weight of comparison.
*
The fierce fire of rivalry ignites,
a force that propels us higher,
yet leaves scars that ache in silence,
as we measure worth in wins and losses.
*
Competition sharpens us,
as we carve paths through the air,
stronger, faster, clearer.
*
We chase glory, and yet,
it slips through our fingers,
a fleeting reward demanding
the pursuit of unceasing success.
.*
But there’s a cost, a weight
that comes with each victory.
In the mirror of competition,
we see ourselves reflected,
not just as champions,
but as fragile souls seeking purpose.
*
For in this relentless pursuit,
of winning there lies a truth—
that competition can lift us,
or drag us down.
*
Yet, the lines blur
between pride and fear.
The glint in the contestant's eye,
mirroring our own.
*
On one side, there’s light,
a flame that drives us
to grow, to become more.
*
But on the other side,
there’s a darkness where envy festers,
where the finish line feels
like a wall, we're never meant
to break through.
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