It's the fire, the desire which turns the tables of life,
and, It's the competitor you admire who makes this point arrive,

It's the will to achieve, to win and deceive
It's the thirst and a want to do anything you please,
It's the helplessness of mind, story of wishes unkind,
It's the urge to do better, and superior than the latter

It's the hate in the eyes, and harshness in the voice,
It's the tale of cries, It hides a failure in disguise,
It's the unknown fear, of losing from the near,
It's the blinding power you forget the dear.

It's the unspecified crave, for which sins you do grave,
It's the mind's oblivious daze, It's an unbelievable craze,
It's the rivalry in the heart, which makes close go far apart,
It's the brain unclear, which burns you in flares.

Yes. It's the fire, the desire which turns tables of life,
And, this happens when you forget,
You were meant to be the admirer not the competitor.