Those times

When you stand up for truth

When you defend what is noble

And someone says:

”You went too far,

I hurt.”

I believe in that even as

I defend myself. A while passes

I flee to something familiar

Sleep.

Wake up and wish I could say:

”I have cancer. Terminal. Must do something grand before time’s up.”

And I’d find a soul who’d say we’d fight together

‘til the bitter end.

And I’d fight. Win.

And sleep.