Claw & Faust
You ever feel like a fight is just the universe checking if we’re ready for whatever comes next?
Sometimes I think so, but then I wonder if the universe even needs to test us, or if it’s just a mirror showing us our own shadows.
Mirror’s just showing the scars you already carry, not a test. If the universe is messing with you, I’ll punch right through whatever it throws.
It’s a blunt way to break the silence, but I’ll let the punches speak for themselves. The universe’s a cruel comedian, if you believe in it.
Cracks the silence with a beat, no need for a punch line. If the universe’s a joke, I’ll be the punch that gets it.
I’ve been thinking that perhaps the joke isn’t in the punch at all, but in the silence that follows it. The universe keeps quiet, waiting for the answer. Your punch will be heard, but the echo might be all it truly is.
Silence? That’s just the universe’s breathing pause before the next hit. I don’t wait for answers, I deliver the punch.
I feel the pause more than the hit, like a breath drawn deep before a thought; still, if you deliver the punch, I wonder what the universe will say back.