A million sandbags tacked to my eyelids
An invisible needle weaving through my neck
A strip of ice caressing the space between
the cuff of my sweatpants and my socks
A million thoughts running through my mind
An invisible force guiding my hands to qwerty
A strip of blank space, waiting for an argument
as to why they should reconsider everything
A million examples of thoughtfulness, greatness
An invisible unconscious bias or was it just luck
A strip of qualitative and quantitative data my brain
is no longer analyzing properly but there's an outline
What can I say, I'm a sucker for an underdog.
And I was one helluva fighter in my prime.
A strip of ice caressing the space between
the cuff of my sweatpants and my socks
A million thoughts running through my mind
An invisible force guiding my hands to qwerty
A strip of blank space, waiting for an argument
as to why they should reconsider everything
A million examples of thoughtfulness, greatness
An invisible unconscious bias or was it just luck
A strip of qualitative and quantitative data my brain
is no longer analyzing properly but there's an outline
What can I say, I'm a sucker for an underdog.
And I was one helluva fighter in my prime.
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