Winner

I was set to sail,
On a paper boat.
Others had battleships,
I wasn’t focused to win,
Just barged in
Without contemplating
The winds.

When the waters
Touched my tool,
I couldn’t keep afloat
Appeared like a fool
Went round and round
Until I had to drown.

Deep inside
I settled for a while;
The spirit in me
Swam like a submarine.
Although out of sight
I reached the other side.

I saw everyone there
Fatigued, lost, sad
Standing hand in hand.
There was one loner
Standing like a loser,
He was also glad
As a single solo winner.