TaeKwonDo
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Listen to me, oh Muse, and help me tell the story
Of the young man with great determination.
The one who worked for years on a single goal
To turn his belt the darkest of all colors.
I am the sweat and the pads
I wonder how many times I will get hit
I hear the ding that says my time is over
I see threw the salty water in my eyes
Nothing is going to stop
This flying sidekick
Block it and turn it into a 360 roundhouse
No, not like Chuck, no, not like Bruce Lee
But more like the laced up Shoalin monks
A tiny flicker
Waiting to grow.
Remembering how grand to be.
Control over intensity,
Waiting for someone to see.
Tae Kwon Do.
