Paths

Wake up groggily, the sweat between
your callused, short fingers.

You rise like lightning, fingers bending and strong,
In the forest of power where warriors belong!

The champ of this path, each digit a fighter,
My hands hold my kingdom, my spirit burns brighter.
Float like a leaf, string like a bee,
The ring of my life ain’t going to conquer me!

Watch how I dance amidst destiny’s maze,
My fingers champions in life’s complex ways,
I’m MORE than a boxed, MORE than this dream,
Each knuckle a legend, each palm holding a scheme!

I weave through the shadows, bob through the fight,
My hands are weapons, my spirits my might!

WHO CAN STOP ME? Not fate, not the crowd,
I chart my own course, I’m unbreakable, PROUD!

Like ALi in the ring, with thunderous zeal,
My fingers write history, that’s life’s real deal!

Thoughts

Heros determine a lot of who we are.

Muhammad Ali was a fighter who also was metrical in many ways.

Out of all the archetypes, I think the warrior poet is possibly the best.

Bruce Lee also falls into this somewhat.

Know what you’re fighting for.