Fight today...

It's a fight- me 'gainst me
It is a war - fight versus melancholy
It is a game of the last stand
A war for every hand.
Every hand that rises shall fall
Thus the warriors are crushed thereof
But one single hand that rises every now and then
Shall one fine day
Take over all men...
He, the material champions are made
He, the metal that crowns only take
He the flower that only gods adore
He the result of his actions alone
A try, a sweat, a lesser sleep
A war, a thought, a balanced me...
A dialogue between the loss and hope
Loss is killed while hopefuls return...
One day they surely take for what they run
It is but a game of mind and thought
You the master or time's little pun...

Move on and get the kill,
It is time, further is nil...
Now the time, now the war,
Now the choice stands at your door,
And you the only one last bender,
Forsaken only to grow into a tender
Lesson,
Rise today or tomorrow shall be but
A longing to see
To see the whims of melancholy.