Fuck You Procrastination

I will be great again, as a warrior should

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My bones rattle the train.

Cla clink.

Cla clink.

Cla clink.

I shut my eyes. Tight.

This training is all I know.

All I am.

I wake up to fight.

I wake up to train.

I am a warrior.

This is my dream.

This is my eternal sunshine.

Nothing will take this away from me. The sunlight speaks through my eyelids in flitting gold rays of hopeful light.

I feel heaven inside my mind and the devil in my soul.

Neither will stand my wrath.

My fury.

My rage.

My fists are extensions of infinite time.

Love is speaking to me from heaven.

My grandpa is welcoming me home.

Nothing is impossible.

We must do what we are meant to do.

We must be what we are meant to be.

The gods and muses and trains rattle inside us because we have to listen.