Second Best

If I could hold it in my arms

Clutch at the fact that I’ve survived

Made it through, rise above

And have been chosen for their love


I’ve been running around

Just trying out

Giving the best in me

I’ve been on a rollercoaster ride

Through many rounds

But all I see

Is that at the end of every journey

I fell short of making my point

That another dream’s been dismissed

That my purposes somehow disjoint


Just this feeling of never reaching the top

Just this pain of being almost there

Just this suppression, never rising above the rest

I’ll never get another chance

To play it right in this last dance

I’ll never get to be anything more

Than merely second best

The End

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