The Fight

I love the fight...
It's a spirit I was born with...

People say there is something wrong with me,
Loving this form of "violence" as I do...
It is not violence...
It is art...
I love it.

The thrill of landing a hit in the spar,
Just where I wanted it to go...
Dodging...
Blocking...
I love it.

Fighting to defend those I love,
Fighting to defend my beliefs...
Feirce...
Undominatable...
I love it.

Trouncing my foes to which I am called,
Soundly leaving no survivors...
Ruthless...
Borderline obsessant...
I love it.

Reality trails before me as I wake,
Leaving behind mostly dreams...
Wishes...
Hearts...
I love it...

Some is true...
Some is in my mind...

Mostly is reality and slumber...
In a fight for dominance over the worlds.