I was never a fighter, always running too and fro.
Forever dodging punches retreating from every blow.
Occasionally I would parry just to keep at bay;
desperately hoping to survive another day.
Whenever I get hit; knocked to the ground,
I feign paralysis until forced to come around
The referee is indifferent simply enforcing the rule.
I find it so hopelessly one sided, why is it so cruel?
My blows are ineffectual; it’s obvious for all to see
Meanwhile a confident trainer continues encouraging me
I think to flee, escape beyond the ring
But it’s totally invisible to me, I cannot see a thing

What am I fighting for?
I can’t really say for sure.
No other option dare I choose,
Fated to fight until I lose.
The bell brings brief respite.
I know full well my plight,
And the only thing I can find
Is to constantly anesthetise my mind.
It’s a foregone conclusion
There can be no delusion
Ordained from the beginning
There will be no winning

Sensing my plight you came immediately to my aid
Reaching out and touching pointing out that a tag was made
Emotions drove you to a decision you were never meant to make
I told you over and over that it was a grave mistake
I know you were different son; your horizons were immense
But you stood your ground with passions blazing so intense
Aggravating an age old predisposition; a wound above your eye
Ripped open you were vulnerable still you continued to try
You fought valiantly but got pummelled with the replies
Amongst the crowd finally you’ve attained the ultimate prize