Don't fret, I'm not out. I'm recharging, regrouping. Relaxing my heart. I'm transforming my pain into an iron fist that I will shake at what cowardly cut me to the knee. When you see my soul splayed and lying in the dirt, I'm just trying to keep it camouflaged and warm. When you see me immobile, I haven't given up. I've just given in to the peace that finds me when I don't engage the rage.