Fuck this

Just when you'd think I was over all this I go and live a dream so vividly like I did a few moments ago.
I'm in a tournament, and you're up next. I won my bout, and prepare myself for the joys I will get from seeing you fight. But minutes before, you're nowhere to be found. And I just lay there in the adjecent pool.
Then, all of a sudden, you spout out with two friends and give the bosses the scare of their lives. I cop a feel and you retire to the back of the pool.
An elderly black man steps up to me and opens his mouth.
Sex Machine by James Brown is heard, and he starts to dance.
And it's making me want to as well.
So I climb this ledge and all of a sudden, the ledge is further and further away from the soothing calmness of the water. And you're watching me for a change.
I start to do the same dance high up on that ledge, without falling off. I do some abdominal excersises there.
Then it hits me, what a fool I have been. Quick, this has gone on long enough.
And I throw myself from the ledge into a downward spiral, seemingly endless-flip, dive.