I used to be relentless and so fierce –
there wasn’t a subject I couldn’t pierce.
I would wake in the wee morning hours
and work without tire through the long night –
Those were the days when I would not back down
From an impending taunt from any fight.
But now, as I look at the waves upon the
water, I cannot find the urge or will
to wade through the blood that will surely spill.
I yearn to slumber and desire rest
When I find my motivation will I
return to the days when I was my best?