The luxury of schedules.
10-7s, planned weekend trysts.
Calendars booked chock-a-block.
Networks, events, and yes,
friends who always visit announced.
You have arrived.
Rightly so,
Visible, and the world loves you.
Bit by bit,
medal by medal,
you strip it all.
Were you not trained
to lock that silent space?
A collective voice cautions you.
As you gun for the point
where diagonals meet.
Visions are good for dreamers
Not leaders.
Without safety, mates, privileges.
Though caffeine soaked goals
and your voice for company.
How is it that you feel so good?
As you rewrite your story,
Insane perhaps,
you might just be part of history.
