A View to a Win
Ah yes there you are
I've gone through six rounds
Each one more thumb smashing then the other
Don't you dare take your hand off the stick!
For if you do I will grace your face with a knife
Even if it doesn't hurt you will be let down
I can see you going back and forth between us
There's something familiar about your meaning
Something from the past, present, and future
All of you mean the same
That I won't lower my head in shame
Time is almost up
You're down by two points
Take my advice young man
Perform a summersault and the game is yours
The timer expires
You look around at your opponent
Well did you win?
You don't look happy, or sad
Instead you continue to hold the controller
Ah yes…sudden death…
Such a way to begin a whole new battle…