posted on Jul, 23 2014 @ 05:16 PM
I sit in my seat and watch the fight.
The Future and Present are forever dancing.
Circling each other in the ring,
Waiting for one another to make the first move.
The past is not stationary by any means.
Constantly pushing at the heels of the present,
Yelling at The Future "It's all happened before anyways."
There are no winners here, just the usual players.
The fight drags on forever, the fighters are equal in every way.
No one placed any bets, as the fight was rigged from the start.
The Future was written by the past and is lived by the present.
It has always been this way, will always be this way.
Fate sits in the stands, watching the show.
Knowing that everything is going to go as it should.
It doesn't matter how many punches they throw,
It will always be just as Fate predicted, those are the rules.
Change and Hope are trying to find you,
Searching the crowd for your face.
Each one knowing it doesn't have to be like this,
Both trying to end the kingpins reign of influence.
You are sitting in between Fear and Old Habits.
Both of them keeping you frozen in your seat.
Neither one has got your best interests at heart,
They just don't want Courage to take your spot..never did like him much.
The final round has just begun, no knock outs so far.
And the fighters are a bloody mess, barely able to throw a punch.
Three minutes left in this match, will they both go the distance?
Fate and Past have determined that it will be a draw, as always.
Change spots you in the bleachers, just a few feet away.
He grabs your hand and leads you down to the ring.
Hope pushes you inside, patting you on the back as he does so.
Courage gives you a pep talk, reminding you how strong you are.
Present looks up to see what is happening...
The Future doesn't notice as he takes his final swing.
Present goes down knocked out cold. The Future is the winner.
Past and Fate stand up in dismay, it wasn't supposed to end like this..