Loser

Did you win the race
Or gain her hand
Were your deeds
Impossibly grand
Did you grab the gold
The ultimate prize
Did it sparkle
Right before your eyes
Was it everything
You'd hoped and thought
Worth all the
Battles that you fought
Do you feel
A bigger man
And was that part
Of your master plan

Or are you deflated
As if you'd lost
Do you feel cheated
Even double-crossed
Found winning isn't everything
It's meant to be
Feel like first of the losers
Consigned to history
Or are you just a loser
That never wins
No matter which way
Dice tumble or roulette wheel spins
Can't see the wood
Blinded by the trees
Head in you hands
And down on your knees

And what is the point of my ramble here
To bring you sorrow, give you cheer
Or to highlight when you think you've won
That actually it's all come undone
And you're the loser, you've lost your grip
And that perfect halo has begun to slip
For is winning all it's cracked up to be
And all that matters is pure victory

Or is it to point out that in defeat
You can be gracious, kind, keep your feet
And not float off in to the clouds
Adorned by all those in the crowds
And learn the lessons of the chase
For perfection, whilst maintaining grace
But who am I to preach to you
I'm a sore loser through and through

For victory is, of course, the aim
Of any match, contest or game
For I'm just a competitive sort
And that's the fun of any sport
Put myself to the test
Find out if I can be the best
Hold my head high when victory calls
And bite my tongue when the winning streak stalls

But what if there's simply nothing to win
Do I still play or just give in
Hold up my hands, avoid the cost
Of losing something that could be lost
Bow out gracefully, withhold the choke
Knowing there's no point in going for broke
I'll stop here, I can't answer you
Need to refresh my point of view