Beautiful Obsession

It's in my heart and always on my mind. I can't lie; I think of it all the time. At early dawn and late in the midnight hour. I can see it, I can feel it, and I often dream about its beautiful power. Some say I'm crazy... Hmmm? Maybe they're just lazy. Others ask, "Is it worth it?" Well, naysayers are going to 'nay,' so I'll keep pushing and pulling it. I'm tending the bars; that's right, I'm bartending. I'm pushing and pulling, and I'm not pretending. Yes! Pushing and pulling for my health, Fighting and grinding for invaluable wealth. Living sprightly on the bars, pushing up off Mother Earth, The pump in my chest, the shakiness in my legs, and the sweat on my brow show their worth. Getting over the rope and making quick bursts across the land, This beautiful obsession just continues to grow, and most will never understand. It doesn't feel good, sound good, or look good when I'm going through it. But there is a beautiful pain that hurts so good, just knowing I'm staying fit. With each rising sun and every shining moon, My obsession remains, and it's going nowhere soon.