Dejected on multiple fronts, defeated on all but one,
I was sure that I had lost the battles, but the war I had won.
I was still the same old person, who aimed to be a good human being,
But now that I have set my sights high, it seems from myself I am fleeing.
Once it wasn't important to win, but to play fair was paramount,
Now that I have upped the ante, its only success that will count.
A march closer to the noble aim, absolves me of all my sin,
I no longer claim 'goodness', I can hide behind a sheepish grin.
Ends never justify the means, I know as the gospel of truth,
By degrading myself, not others, I can still my soul soothe.
If the end is noble enough, I'll get defeated a billion times,
Losing myself a bit each time, or losing whole- I don't give dimes.
Earlier it was about who I am, and remaining true to myself,
The greater cause liberated me, making me lose in the goal itself.
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