Round OneA Poem by Not hereThis is for you now, champ. You deserve for them to amp your voice up into the sky. I bet all the planes that fly so high above us will fall if only to hear you call out in that special way you do. I cannot, no, only you can be the person that you are. In this life you will go far. Keep on pressing, move on tough. Enough will never be enough. Move along until your best is better than all the rest. You don't have to settle for fourth, third, or second. You are worth so much more than they say. This is your day, only your day. You can do whatever you like. Here's your chance, it's your mic. Round One is about to begin; fight on until the day you win. So say exactly what you want to; today, exactly what confronts you can't sway exactly what you hunt to display. Round One has just begun, so fight on until you're done. Gloves on now, it's just begun. In the ring, here goes round one. This is your time to make a change. Your opponent is within your range. Fighting hard and gaining power, bathed in sweat like a nasty shower. Time is nearly up so fight and when you go to sleep tonight have no energy left for you to use. Then wake up and lace up your shoes. It's time to train again so just go ahead and put it all in. No is not an answer. Fight for it and when you get a victory, adore it. Take a day to yourself and then enjoy it before hardships come back and employ it in the war against your soul and mind. Take all of it, throw behind your worries, fears, doubts, and pain. Today is the beginning of your reign. Round One is about to begin; fight on until the day you win. So say exactly what you want to; today, exactly what confronts you can't sway exactly what you hunt to display. Round One has just begun, so fight on until you're done. Sun in your eyes, you're panting hard; breathing heavy, feel glass shards piercing through your body, yet you're scarred from all the people who did discard you like some card who lays charred in the ashes of your past. Guard yourself with iron bars, barred in with your crazy dreams. Bards sing of your failures, your yard is set on fire. Burn lard while you run your race. Discard all thoughts of turning back. Regard yourself as a champion. They bombard you with trials but you come through starred, not scars, you star, no holds barred. Round One is about to begin; fight on until the day you win. So say exactly what you want to; today, exactly what confronts you can't sway exactly what you hunt to display. Round One has just begun, so fight on until you're done. © 2015 Not hereReviews
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