A bigger world, was what I saw, before it hit me like a train on the first round.
I was almost knocked out but hope was a second chance,
Every second that passes, I get older, and my beliefs falter,
And then again my teeth are punched out,
This time there is no pain, just a desprate grasp for air,
But with all my might I push ahead, Staggering forward half blind and half deaf,
Swinging pathetic fists embroiled with hope,
Swinging endlessly into the dark.