all the medals, new and of old
shine a vivid shade of gold
though they prove to be no less
than a pile of my regret

for the difference they may make
will not matter 'til too late
makes me wonder, why I try
to do more than just not die
...

though I know I must persist
for that is just how I live
a life of 'chievements, and of scores
highlights, stages and applause

and though the path is void of color
I must crawl after the treasure
for I have been told there is
though I doubt that it exists...