in battle I am my own General,
a puffing cigar alone in my thoughts.
I contemplate my valley,my path,
in this complex strategy to living.
a cup of coffee at the right time
is as fulfilling as a nostalgic hymn.
March On!! my body and mind say to me,
though my scares have beaten the vulnerability
from my agonized soul.
I am a prizefighter who leads the world
in moral victories,no myth is to great,
for I'm a stain on the floor of a slaughter house.