The world is trying to take away my ability to be an artist.
Not going to happen.
It comes from every angle and tries to knock me out.
Upper cut, below the belt, any mixture of the legal and illegal.
With or without boxing gloves.
Sometimes I can take it on directly,
but there are also indirect ways of fighting back.
I can allow it to take it's punches,
and it might believe that I'm ready to fall,
but in reality I'm waiting to make my move.
If it forces me into the ropes,
the ropes will keep me from falling out of the ring.
I can let it do its worst damage, but I'll heal, I'll heal.
And even if I don't fully heal, I'll still be the winner in the end,
because every wound that it creates will give me new tools to work with.
01/17/02