gifted kid with a thrifted shirt 
assembling pieces by pieces 
his podium's puzzle only to find 
the olympic flame covered in dirt

chasing the dream, the thrill of the vision 
running after the beam of the illusion 
he didn't know it comes with a condition 
he aims at success but his head's the target

gifted kid with a thrifted shirt 
something's tearing you down 
oh gifted kid with crooked teeth 
someone's holding you down

you almost called me victory 
but I'm a battle you're losing 
the winning cup filled with dust 
a prize you can no longer trust

chasing the dream, the thrill of the vision 
begging for a new hope or reconciliation 
you didn't know this game comes with ashes 
ones you aren't burying in the right places

gifted kid with a thrifted shirt 
you can stop running now 
gifted kid with another's skirt 
you're a trophy on the ground

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A little bit about the author :

Name : Ezekiel

Pronouns : he/him

Age : 20

Location : France

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