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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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