the best of the best

small beginner poem about how I never understood being the best. Feel free to correct me.

The best of the best

It started with a hill,
then a leap of a mountain
it was the thrill
then it leaked through like a broken fountain
the fastest, the smartest anything to fill
the burning fire of desire,
or maybe will of greed
it pushes you to grip the barbed wire
until your at the top
do you hear anything?
no because your alone, when did you stop?
when did you ever slowed at everything
there is nothing left to conquer expect the teardrop
that's echoing in your mind,the only thing you can hear
but that doesnt matter because you are the best of the best