the nature of karate

There is a history beyond these words of I.
And mine:
go like this. . .
You don't know how good a person you are.
Until you reach that outer-being.
Don't consider why?
Until you reach those limits.
Would you lie to a face,
that limit the good nature you
do - for!
How do you do;
for those that react without causality.
How ideal is it that people would naturally
like to know?
You.
You'll be.
You'd - become someone over time.
Here I wrote a poem about nothing, again.
To gain nothing from it.
But to know I lost something that might well
return.