To beat the best one of them is to find the best one of me, but I play against me in a game of hide-and-seek. "Ask and it will be given. Seek, and you will find." I've got the knocking part down pat, a well-played tune, perpetual rewind. Knuckles to door, fist to wall, say hi to trouble, hello to the floor. Progress K-O'd by a 1-inch punch, pull self together, push up from all-fours. Am I running from, or chasing for? And what for? Destination pending discovery, currently unknown, I dodge disasters, spread out across the meantime, lie in wait and wait for that moment...one more time.