Like shadow boxers in the ring
we dance around // keeping our distance;
Dodging that blow that will knock us out.
Fearful of the unknown we dance…
Avoiding each other // getting out of their way
Everyone is suspect…
even though we think they’re clean.
No more hugging…
although we’ve been friends for years.
We skirt the outside edges…
keeping everyone at arm’s length.
We know the championship is on the line;
getting to wear the Belt of Life one more time.
Round and round we go // into the eighteenth round;
Staying on our feet // trying not to hit the ground;
Steering clear // longing for the bell to ding…
Hoping to get out of this ring …alive!