In a race to become number one,
There’s no escaping a wrath;
Even wins can cause a bloodbath.
What’s the point if it isn’t fun?
Your dreams go limp; they’re scrapped; they’re done!
Frivolous things get pushed away,
Striving to meet your goals some day.
If the air is fragrant with doubt,
Run away if you sniff it out.
Your name could become a mainstay.
Prompted from Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/11/11/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-31-one-in-the-a-rhyme-line/.
Prompted from Three Things Challenge at: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/11/11/three-things-challenge-416/.
Prompted from V.J.’s Weekly at: https://onewomansquest.org/2020/11/09/vjs-weekly-challenge-120-frivolous/.