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He sits at hill side head down looking yet not seeing, a tiger defeated a label often
given too soon are simply untrue, as the rustling wind brushes his time worn fur it is his
only movement, lost in his thoughts pacing in his head so many summers,falls,and winters
so many battles scaring, in the distant the jungles twisted vines hide all his enemies
hide all pleasures hide all his pain and looking into his eyes I wonder can he finish the
game....

Distant the tiger Life will not beat sits in awe as blood falls to his feet,
another battle another fight tiered and aged as he sits out of sight,
the early morning finds him, who he hides from all the piercing eyes,
a grin for he knows the path he's taken doesn't even show,
yet I wonder how much can he take? is this it are just another break?
I seen the battles his epic journey and every time I think this is it he stops the hurting,
I watch as he moves through out the day never fearing as if he's unaware he's Life's pray,
the scares healed his battered body not revealed his mind a shelled,
following him in time, what motivates him pushes him guides him I can not find,
to me he should have died years ago, why does he go on I don't know,
he raises his head licks his paw and roars "NOT MY BLOOD... MUST BE YOURS!"
as he looks into the trees, silence answers with no reprieve,
Distant stands rolling the tension off his back, another grin then back on track,
whats his destination? where is he going? a tiger not giving in just moving on,
at the start I thought it was he...like all the others was in for the fight of his life,
but after years of watching him I see it not him it's Life,
Life has destroyed and left so many in his wake, but not Distant it's not his fate,

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