woke up one morning, feeling like the king,

but realized too late, it was just me in the ring.

Alone in the battle, the crown far from near,

the night things went left, I felt nothing but fear.

Took the rage, washed my face,

But the stench of my breath left a bitter trace.

A taste that lingered, like a cruel, harsh jest,

The night things went left, and I could not rest.

I brushed my teeth, tried to look my best,

dressed for the day, but it was all just a test.

Took a few steps, but the world turned to stone,

The night things went left, I felt so alone.

A king in my dreams, but a fool on the floor,

I have tasted defeat, but I can’t take much more.

The night things went left, and now I see,

Sometimes the fight isn't where you think you will be.