Poetry: Success

The sweet scent of success,

If only it lingered just that little bit longer.

If only it tasted just that little bit stronger.

Is success a waiting game,

Or a game of chase?

Should I give it my all,

Or should I accept my fate?

Success.

The word on the tips of all of our tongues.

Yet what it actually means,

Is anyone’s guess,

So has yours ended or begun?