Far from the arenas and the spectacle

Victories are won

Where the witnesses are few

Victories are forged

It’s not every day you stand up

And confront your demons

It’s not every day you accept

That your teacher has arrived

In the minute trials

In the fits and distractions

You were bound and defeated

Until someone took you by the hand

And said, “Aim higher”

Out of your entropy

And into your destiny

One shot was made

And the rest they say is,

History