I'm a warrior who often loses,

its routine for me to be covered in bruises,

jingled and jangled and inside I'm tangled

yet through wave after wave I persist,

And still I breathe and walk on to exist.

So far I’ve come, so far to go,

and sometimes somehow stumbling into flow,

Where I can let all the bull shit go.

And little by little, coming to know

when to push, when to yield

when to welcome, when to shield.

amongst golden ribbons of the setting sun,

comes a poignant feeling of a day well done,

like a mischievous thief, 

stealing precious moments of joyful relief

for though there's struggle, there's no need to fight,

no real wrong or right,

life is not a competitive game, not a destination for which we aim,

the point is to find the path on which we can stay,

where we can chose now, again and again, to create our own play.

- David Dybdal