Did I bet on the wrong horse?

The odds are heavily stacked against him,

The chances of his victory were very slim.

With its inherent risks, there’s still great charm,

Though rooting for the underdog, can cause harm.

Why did I still want him, to be the one I endorse?

I asked myself “Did I bet on the wrong horse?”

When a consensus builds, it clouds rationale,

The charm of the favourite holds everyone enthrall.

Was I trying to be different for the sake of being one?

Or was it a valiant attempt to do, what no one had done?

Everyone thought I would lose, their judgment seemed apropos,

I said to myself, “I couldn’t have bet on the wrong horse.”

 

They all started well, but my horse started fine,

It isn’t just talent, that gets them across the line,

My horse was focused, albeit all the surrounding mayhem,

It believed it would get there, before any of them.

It did beat all its rivals, owning to confidence innate,

“It isn’t the wrong horse”, I wanted to celebrate.

It made me different, created an aura to my prophecy,

They said I could spot rare talent, in its infancy.

It’s not just the heart that bets on the underdog,

There are calculations involved, it isn’t a fortunate slog.

As I stood graciously, basking in the thunderous applause,

I realized “Wrong is the thought process, never the horse”.