I tire of the struggle-day in and day out
I forfeit, and bow before you.
To be beheaded without shout
or to be knighted for deeds I did not do.
Will you break me?
Or will you shelter this young fool?
Am I so blind that I see
What role I have, your tool?
The battle was long and vicious.
Your goal to win, mine to lose
so when you are victorious,
whom has won? Whom?
If you wish, break me-
I want only rest
But if you demand of me
battle I shall give my best.
And when you win
is it a true victory?
Or will on my face, a grin,
betray me for you to see?
~Justin Curtiss