Throat-ical bridge to success

I and success stand parallel in your way
Cut my throat and pave your way

You have no option but to rip me apart
Else this world would call you, “no more smart”

There used to be a time when you couldn’t see me in any stress
But now we stand against each other and show our talent to suppress

Winning more candies from the teacher than I did, is no more your aim
Pushing me back to the wall is your new emulous game

My friend, make a camouflage and test your dart
Because I might hit back and show my art

As
I and success stand parallel in your way
Cut my throat and pave your way

You and I suffer from the syndrome of rival
Pinning each other for the fight of survival

There is one product and many takers
Come on and challenge the conventional law makers

This pursuit has made us hollow from within
As we are happy flaunting our virtual grin

There is no point running away from the innocence of reality
As we all are in need of only a meager dose of practicality

Note: This is my attempt to show the hind side of this competitive world