I'm a warrior who some think often loses,
its routine for me to be covered in bruises,
jingled and jangled and inside I'm tangled
through wave after wave I persist,
And still I breathe and walk on to exist.
So far I've come, so far to go, and sometimes I've stumbled somehow into flow,
Where I can let all the bull shit go.
And little by little I am coming to know
when to push, when to yield
when to welcome, when to shield.
(amongst golden ribbons of setting sun, poignant feeling of a day well done,
living like a mischievous thief
stealing precious moments of joyful relief)
for though there is struggle there's no need for fight, no real wrong or right,
life is not a a competitive game,
the point is to keep staying, so you can keep playing