I feel perhaps a fool A fool of my own mind My own dreams…my own emotions Dancing circles in a square box. I sit in the corner of this ring No one with me as I stare across the box There is my adversary, staring back at me Laughing, “I own you.” I feel a chill run down my spine I cannot win this fight I stand to answer the bell…alone I know what is coming. I portray an air of confidence The path I have traveled has not prepared me I’m not ready, my mind is in shambles Even as the body is willing to give and take. “I’ve been playing you” I feel those words shoot across the cage “And now you will die” Or so the voice reminds me. I look out at the mindless crowd No friendly faces look back at me. I’ve given them up for the fight I cannot win And they in turn have done the same to me. So I look, ready for my destiny. Ready for the pain that is to come Ready for the scars about to be created Yet going to answer the bell regardless. The bell, it rings. The body, it presses on The mind, it becomes numb The heart cries out for what it must endure. the end.