The Dreamer
Two men stand along a ring.
The champion steps out first.
Next, comes the challenger.
The underdog.
The believer.
But he is nothing more than a dreamer.
“I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.”
He mutters.
“I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.”
The crowd stares at him confused. To them, he had spoken nothing but Greek.
To even think to challenge the wiser was a preposterous idea in itself.
He was an underdog.
A believer.
And nothing more than a dreamer.
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