More and it is never enough, winning is always having

to be number one, but number two is behind, catching

up and a curveball can come about and second place

is not cool for everything is relative and I become dull when

something better comes along, more, more, and it is

goes on for seconds, hours, days, till all I can hear

is the whispering to keep going, whispering becomes chants,

chants become religion, religion becomes my life.