adapted challenges

people always shoot for less
people find their lives an awful mess
people, well ... reassess

it's a lions fight
chin up
shoulders back
walk proud
strut a little

people appear and live in your life
some people need more than just a slice
but when it fades and the glitter's gone
don't lick your wounds, celebrate them
you didn't invent this contest

people don't get much
people feel they're outta touch
what your spirit wants, is talking to you now
close your eyes, listen, don't use a crutch

you know it
you owe it to yourself, you've already decided
not to win because you didn't know how to roar

don't let that make you mad, old and lonely when the shades go down
the brighter lights just eliminated your empty games

what you thought you lost was just mislaid
all the poems in your mind are a serenade
the scars you bear are an honourably masquerade

it's the sign of a competitor