You are on the ropes aren’t you?

You boxed yourself into a four square corner

Now what can you do?

Outside those ropes feel insecure

Inside them you’re all washed up

Getting pummelled like a whore

You know your opponent well

He is you

There no longer dwell

Have to step outside that familiar ring

Decision time can’t wait

The bell gave the last ding

It’s now or never

He is closing in

To late

You’re on the floor forever

They’re counting eight..

Out!

15/09/2007