The chase is over,
Though it never really began.
There wasn't much of a game for you,
Was there?
Thus the prize lost its lustre,
Lost your lust.
And so you continued to chase,
Eyes wandering elsewhere,
Secretly seeking other prizes,
Real achievements to you.
As I gathered dust on your shelf,
Polished when you needed me.
I will eventually fade into the background,
Phased out by new trophies,
Bigger and better.