Rival Race
I
The opponent is ever-present, an enfolding shadow, ready to clutch the wandering mind. Initially, awareness is quick, and defenses are up, but a shift occurs without notice. The competitor feeds off growing exhaustion as thoughts become loud and chaotic.
II
The rival entered the ring without warning, and their grasp is firmly on the mind. The defenses raise the alarm, yet the adversary has seized the high ground. A barrage of sharp doubts batters the mind while the echoes of past matches encircle.
III
Time transforms, causing each ensuing second to inch forward at an agonizing pace. While the unbridled mind desperately seeks solace. Ahead stands an endless crossroads, the choice of either defeat or defy.
IV
Victory is a hard-won fight, and the journey carries triumph’s value. The rival’s race cannot be separated. A disguised symbiotic bond. Just as trees grow strong in the wind, willpower tempers from every duel. Against ourselves is the match. Maintain the tally in your favor.