As brown as my bo,
My hands are naked without you.
Still gripping this coiled hands without a gnarled root
I take it as it is
My fingers without nothing to hold,
My eyes slithers like i have something but its blurry
Without nothing to mold.
My kata at the side of my jodan no kamae,
Fingers all torn up from punching without no arnis
Not even two balsa sticks to practice and weave from and to.
Damned life if no weapon,
That then i shall become my own tool
To be my own weapon
I take theae hands
Leaving nothing behind
Only training within
To let the learning
I must begin
At my stance
At my core
Unlearn what i have never learned.
Humility of my own
Dignified at my agenda
Pride thrown in the ground
Where i begin
My training follows.