'Be the best you can' - oh, buzz off!

To be the best you can?!
Oh what a frightfully tyrannical concept!
Life ain’t no race to run;
The better it is, the sooner you accept.

As lap follows lap,
And year begets year; You harp,
On a point to prove,
And forget to live.

With hardly a moment to savour,
The hard earned fruits of your labour,
You forever continue to clamour,
for ever lasting favour.

As you continue to climb the ladder,
Rung after rung, Rung after rung,
You alas only find yourselves sadder,
Till finally, with futility, you are stung.

You ask, of what use is a brace,
When to lust for there is a hat rick?
You little realize, that it is but a pathetic chase!
When, if ever, for you will it click,

That to live is not to race?
The joy within you, learn to embrace.
Let the desire within you fly,
Lest tomorrow, you end up with a cry.

Long after your youth has passed you by,
And as you prepare for your final rest,
Let there not be regret on why,
You have not lived your life in real zest

To be always on the run,
that my friend, ain’t no fun.
To be the best you can
oh, the very thought you ban.

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