Fighting’s been in our blood from Day One
That’s all we’ve been ever good at in our house
As a child I dreamed of getting into the ring
Get the adrenaline rush for my own self
Let out the anger and demons without fear
Not just from within but from others
As a teen the fights began as I studied
Analyzing the competition around me here
Gone through trials and tribulations
Each year learning new things that I remember
So that when I became an adult I would be ready
And then the day came for my first fight
It actually caught me off guard because of who
My first opponent was changed and I didn’t know them
They were the aggressive ones first when the bell rang
After that fight many others came along the way
And for nearly each and every one of them they felt wrong
These fights were not how I thought they would be
It wasn’t that I was bad at it rather the opposite here
The feeling and expectancy though was what bothered me
Going through the motions and never feeling accomplished
On to the next opponent and a whole new fight with bruises
What others might consider wins I did not yet I rarely lost either
There have only been three fighters that I actually respected
I was much younger when we met and none after have come close
Maybe my ancestors were lucky to be fighting back in the day
Because the competition today is not the same as it once was
Their style doesn’t mesh well with the way I dance in the ring
After so many fights that go nowhere maybe it’s simply time
Everyone has their swan song and goes down on an end note
And for me I feel it’s time to finally hang up the gloves
My fighting days appear to be over as I search for new purpose
A part of me knew for years that this was going to happen
Would I ever step into the ring for one last comeback depends
But it definitely won’t be me seeking out the opponent next time
For that life is over and I’m focusing on other things from now on. . .
Novatourist 