The game, I say, to win the chase
is played by each at their own pace
Goals may change, incentive’s the same
the victor gains a sense of fame

Musicians desire being able to boast
a combo of notes that others toast
Great pleasure comes if songs are found
stretching the limit of music’s bounds

Athletes strive to be at their best
their favorite sport provides the test
In order to pass they must be the one
to finish on top from the starting gun

A hunter feels an inward thrill
on the track of his biggest kill
A crack of the gun, his game is least
the felled beast provides the feast

Whatever may be our chosen search
during our short lived earthly march
We must maintain our will to win
and never let it wear too thin

But will this attitude help us most
If by a nuke we are made ghosts?