|Painting by Adon Elmir|
Do I really have something within me?
Is there any mettle that means anything?
Or have I gone about life with luck all along?
Good fortune, or ill, was that my life's way?
I may never know; the answers are never clear.
Laid out in front of me in an unsolvable mess,
Nothing can be made certain of my prowess.
For all I can see is that I've been given well all the way.
The decisions were based simply on a basis
Of the first rush runner, as the story makes it seem.
I got there first, and therefore, I got the gold.
I would just never know who truly deserved it.
I wish it were me but I never knew.
But I think I know now.
Somehow, I can never be certain it was my success.
But someone else's failure that made me climb pinnacles.