This was a piece I wrote as a potential back-up when Lars ran the STI tournament back in 2016. Ironically the battle I had this written for ended up being a No Show, not sure why I never sent it in tbh. Either way, feedback appreciated.
though it seems like a great gift, man i'd be depressed
if every risk i took would shapeshift into guaranteed success
i'd grow vexed, watching all of my failures escape me
perishing with the free will i once felt there so innately
embarrasment cedes, becomes apparent to me
that reward was born in the hunt to cherish & seize
from the hollow of victory follows an epiphany
a win that could lose, truth embalmed into mystery
when attempting to fail no doubt i've got to succeed
plotting a paradox & watch it sprout illogical seeds
if winning at failing's the same as failing to win
playing games against myself, every turn the table will spin
tryin' to beat bein' unbeatable's an erroneous trick
for my futurama be stuck racin' on a mobius strip
& people stare, wondering why the champ is grinning
cuz never failing means what i've lost... is the
chance of winning