also in the game

a little more and we'll withstand a gale
so much of what we are depends on spite
the world exists and we can't get it right
no one believes our truth or hears our tale
it would lead lesser folk to scream and wail
throwing their bodies into the hard night
our duty though is to remain forthright
no soul must ever think that we could fail
glory belongs to those who play the game
of open teasing when the sun is high
knowing that they are watched by many eyes
but we prefer the ones whose feet are lame
who operate beneath a darker sky
and never think to win the golden prize