Fighting

I rolled with the punches, drank with the drunkards
I followed my hunches, which all left me hunkered
Down sitting on my haunches while the world moved on
I watched shuttle launches and stayed up for the dawn

But after all of the nonsense, after all the hullabaloo
I find they built a new fence and I’ve got to break through
To find out the future’s holdings, and the paths to take
Over the maps unfolding, where my claim I can stake

Fighting along in the dark of night, I cannot see where I go
I hope I get less wrong than right; I’d like to make it to the show
But stumbling I’ll rise again and on trying to survive all the strife
Maybe in the final light of dawn I’ll finally understand this life