Number One

Try so hard,
Get so far,
Taking it all the way to the end
And when,
In the end...

Trying and pushing
And putting my face to the grindstone
Days and days of endless working
To get to the top
Then just
Stop.

Number one,
One and done.
Then what?

At the end of the road
No where to go
On the edge of a cliff
Previously covered by a mist
Obscuring the view
Of a path to no where.

Number one,
One and done.
How come?

Disappointment
Contempt
That being number one
Isn't a path for anyone.

Now what?