A world without competition is but a sphere,
no starting point nor ending.
A point where no one is ambition for tomorrow.
A tale only a bird can rhyme in the woods,
no nightingales to join the rhythm.
A place where no man dare lie,
only sorrow and grief adjoined.
Competition is healthy
or rather the brain would be at rest all day.
A world where many the poor and rich alike
strive for the next crumb of bread,
for tomorrow lies a tale no man can tell.
Quitting is never an option my dear compatriots
For the chariot horses that dare not walk against their wish
would fall victim to the rider’s whip.
Seeing the drop of your sweat cling onto your skin
Under the scorching sun, is a sign that bears success
For Rome wasn’t built in a day neither
Fame comes at a cost of popularity
the tale of success obliges to this theory,
the end result of hard work
persistence and patience
resilience and optimism.
the fruits are too sweet to spit
Quitting is never an option dear Compatriot!