Deciding to go left or right
11 rounds of an subconscious fight
Limbo at a crossroads
Contemplating maybes and alsos
On the ropes, my ego landing combos
Body weak drawing labored breath
Counting and trying to focus on the eyes of the ref
Why continue the pain, fame and money don’t matter
Sharp chest pains absent a dagger
Cold water and ice to Quench thirst and reduce swelling
Words hurt, but fists are much more compelling
Bell dings to start the final round
Vision blurry eardrum busted droning sound
No fear as my opponent draws near
adrenaline sobers as my mission becomes clear