Fight

I don't lose my fights because I don't try.

I don't lose my fights because I can't do it right.

I lose my fights because sometimes,

It feels less like war, more like work and routine.

When I've been sitting at a desk all day,

Or when I've lost every time since the first time I played,

I get dragged down by drudgery, monotony, chores,

I get bored.

The enemy knows if I'll submit to play around,

If he gets me lazy, he can drag me down.

I forget it's a war and I need my armor on.

I forget rewards come at the come of the dawn.

Don't forget the stakes are high.

Don't forget it's worth the fight.

This poem is about: 
Me

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