It's not the prize that lures me forward, it's the competition.

The challenge is the bait that I travel toward.

Were I to win, it would be a grandest feat, life is a competition.

Having high hopes makes my heart skip a beat. Oh, I love a competition.

Were I to lose to someone else's strength,

I wouldn't care if I endured the weakness throughout.

Competing in any challenge is, for me,

the best for what ails, cure and remedy, God's given competition.

Life itself is a competition day by day, new challenges

enjoyable God given hours to while away.

I can beat myself up over many regrets, compete in sorrow

or keep all the memories and live with what I get,

Competing with my conscience or aching bones,

when I take a morning breath, it's life anew.

God lets me live and I compete with humanity,

If I keep struggling, I will keep my sanity and compete.