Same Fights, Yours And Mine

I am on borrowed time, now catching up to all my good doings.
Seven cat lives, with six different fights, fighting at the same time.
Who holds my hand is dismissed by many.
I can’t debate them, so I live all six lives and fight the same fights they cry about.

You see, some things are just meant to be.
Even this sentiment is appalling to many.
Them, living with so many maybes and conspiracies,
while I feel a cold breeze at the thought of any.

How could you be maybe?
I am all in—ride or die for what I know has a success rate of a hundred.
That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t get cuts and bruises
to get where I know I will feel the most at ease.

You see, learning is the whole point, not failure or loss.