Pretending I've seen it all,heard it all,forgetting how to run,
forgetting how to scream,can't attach to anything,or can't leave anything.
Literally being good,trying to smile a cheating smile,then what I see is the
back of an eyelid,not tomorrow. That is not tomorrow.
Fighting hard on the front line,but you get beaten up and your view is
obstructed,hazy,and shortened. But you'll see the true future there and you've
got to challenge tomorrow.
Come on,let's stand up again.
And throw punches till the end.
Unfortunately,when your down counts 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, and 9 might be a
decision of God or something.
But count 10 comes from inside. I've never counted 10 even when I'm beaten.