The Fighter

I put on my boxers

I wear my shoes

I put on my gloves

I enter the arena

The cheers of the crowd

The excitement of fight

The adrenaline in my blood

The announcement of the opponent

I enter the ring

The coach says to focus

I put on my mouth guard

Here begins the round one

I punch a left, I punch a right

He blocks my left, he blocks my right

He punches a left, he punches a right

I block his left, I block his right

Finally a blow lands 

On my face

I taste the blood

And it tastes sweet

I spit the blood

I smile at him

The world goes in slow-motion

I feel life within

Then my blow lands

On his face

He spits the blood

He smiles at me

He's worthy of me

And I'm worthy of him

Mentally - He thanks me

And I thank him

For it is this excitement

That makes us live

It makes us fight

And gives a chance to improve

Who wins, who loses -who cares?

Success is not final, Failure is not fatal

All that matters

Is the spirit to continue the battle