Do you know

What to show?

Give it a go

The game called life.

Before you do

There’s more to do

So much to do

Repetitive strain industry.

That’s not for me

I’m the only one

Numero uno

Lambast the stony eyes.

Corner the valour prize

Show off my skills

Take the medication pills

See if I am fine

Walk the friggin’ line.

AI Summary

Your poem opens with a question — Do you know what to show? — which is really a question about identity and performance. You frame life as a game, but not a playful one: a game of repetition, strain, and industrial pressure. Into that, you insert the self who refuses to be swallowed by it — the “only one,” the one who corners the prize, the one who shows off skills even while taking pills and walking the line. The emotional centre is the tension between ambition and exhaustion, between wanting to rise and feeling worn down by the grind. The poem ends on a tight, almost defiant note: you will walk the line, even if the line is narrow, even if the world is watching.