Envious, maybe a tinge in everyone.

I hope that I will be the best,
but I land up somewhere in the rest.
I think of bringing it the best in me,
but I can only make other people impress.
I conjecture I have the blend of qualities,
but you prove I am just a drop in the ocean.
I want to enliven the spirits,
but you have already captured the imagination.
I want to excel in many ways,
but you stand up tall while I take the steps.
I want to excel you,
but I am left bereft with people longing for you.
I want to rule the world,
but the world dances to your tunes.
I want to envy you your prowess,
but I realize it's just a part of the game.