Olympic Flame

Prometheus stole the fire

From Mount Olympus

For us.

Mankind is enlightened.

Warmed in the apricot glow.

The aromas of cooked food,

Filling the lungs.

So the Olympic flame

Travels through the veins

Of chiseled muscles

For millenniums.

The fire to achieve

The best.

The pinnacle of success.

Yet we fail 

As human beings.

Despite our success!

Self doubt creeps

A treacherous sneak.

An omnipotent worm

With infinite lavas

Embedded in our core.

Until we free ourselves

From the shackles of success.

Free we are again.

The fear of failure 

Will no longer torment.