H3r3 Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

just as you pass,
you pull yourself up,
to surpass the limits,
that were put on your head,
as if a bounty for your soul,
head hunters chasing your ever move,
like they were connected mentally,
reading your thoughts,
and predicting your moves,
writing the book of your destiny,
calling the shot,
yet a mistake on their part,
outwitting the coach,
yell in complete silence to discover,
what you are here for.