And I, liked them, trapped in a role, Living a life that doesn’t feel whole. Dreams deferred, passions chained, A path laid out, carefully preordained. The crowd cheers for what they don’t see, The fight, the act, the agony. Like them, I dance to an unseen tune, Under a hollow, scripted moon. But somewhere deep, a rebel stirs, A voice that longs for what life deserves. To break the mold, to be more than a show, To rewrite the script, to let it all go. For Tyson and Jake, the fight may be done, A shadow of battles they’ve truly won. And for me, this ring, this stage, this strife— I’ll fight to reclaim the truth of my life.