Getting good at watching other's win

 We just got the news.
our country's team won the world championship.
On the big field driving in circles around the champions.
-I went to school with them.- I said.

There were atleast three of them I could recognize.
True champions formally celebrated, the earth wasn't big enough for them.
You must look with bare eyes and covet their position, their achievement.
Recognize at last the lack of greatness in yourself.

Walk to the school gate, waiting for the bus, your peers still blabbing and wowing.
You quietly know, your not good enough.
They, your peers can celebrate other's victory, under the guise they didn´t want it.
You know you must find your own way, one the others will probably never care about.

And how do you create the itch in a world of zero sensation.
When your kind of magic doesn't potter or gandalf.
When your kind of fantasy is their worst nightmare.
Just get on the tractor and be dragged around, clapping and woahing.