Before I enter the arena To do combat with my peer I ask myself the question "Why am I here"? Not to win glory for myself Nor to bring disgrace to a foe. The warrior across the arena Is a friend yet to know. So if not for glory, Then what is my desire, What is the need that consumes me Like a structure devoured by fire? Ah! That is one of the sweet mysteries Of this drama known as life. We must make the most of our role Before we fall to the editor's knife.