Some times its the fight

Some times its the fighter

No one knows where this spirit comes from   only that it exists

Can it be nurtured

Or is the seed by design

Is in the nature of all men

Or is it rope -a- dope

Could it be as once  it was said

Floating like a butterfly

While it could sting like a bee

Falling down is never easy

But a fighter knows

If they can see

There isn’t any other. …..

Than they can back to what they  know

To kindle a spirit

To shine unto the morrow sun

To fight around day



2 thoughts on “WTF

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s