Its Fresh


I climb into the square circle

what is in my boxing gloves

Fists of Fury or of fear,to

Fight the contender, the smell

Of his sweat,I sense some …….

The roar of the crowd, somehow

I believe the contender,and the

Crowd want an answer, isn’t it all

About the validation,isn’t that why

We fight,to win,it is always been

About the roar and the sweat

Not about the loss or the fairness

Now it’s the pain of  fighting

All In the square circle of LIFE

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