Espresso.
So you just thought you could win.
You were so ready for a medal, your
entire being
reaching out, stretching for that autonomous victory.
You were already crowned, in your eyes.
You were oh, so ready for the glory,
but not the sweat, not
for tears.
Winning is taxing.
Winning is taking all that you are
making it into a crumble,
mashing it into gold,
then throwing it all out
and starting again.
Winning is a process.
Losing takes less time.
