In the games we play called life
It rarely as easy as left or right,
Up or down as we dance around.
Seeking always the separation.
Fat floats as cream rises
So it comes as no surprise then,
Working the muscles making us swim,
We strive to be more, we aim for the win,
That extra something hidden within,
So hard to be seen, reaching obscene.
But when unearthed it shines, oh it gleams.
One extra percent, one time up after down,
The little bit more, that turns smiles to frowns.