Fight of Life

Somewhere in the fight Like the 1, 2 punch the 3 and the 4 punch I throw out the old, the bad, the ugly, a right left combo jab into your rib cage, right side You're unfazed We fight to the music Ya ya ya ya... until the bell rings to round one Done. Remix the motion and the reality round two Me and you Head to head and into the best of the it all I cant describe the angst or the energy I can tell you this was the best of the worst Ding ding round up Water my aches massage my pains I'm into the depths of the fight and the battle isn't even half over he says she says punch the ceiling, the wall, the floor pound the faces, and the places we tread feet on solid ground with clouds in my head and the best of the kick start is quick smart to the point I am in the zone finishing strong and real into the false advertising Or the realness of the situation I am in I placed myself in the ring I fed myself the lie or the truth of which I can't tell the difference Except I can So I fight to the hardest end I can become Punch to the ribs, shoulder, chin DOwn I am down Un trusting Un aware Way aware to the sounds deafening silence Up and jab jab jab Like the ring is my life I am pushing to stay in Phazed by the selfish natures, impolite features of myself of them of the world around me and its happenings I cant make out the resolution they want an answer a prayer a dollar and all I do is keep my two fists tightly up rounded in a square protection over my most vital organs my head now at last I can taste victory sweeter than honey from my own bee and I am there in the ring and I throw the best and into the left upper side of its chest I feel again -Jess