Ghost Protocol

The sweat of anticipation wrestles into the collar at the neck and the sleeves at the wrist. The breeze cools your nerves and whispers affirmation of your confidence. Working hands rest easy but ready. You shuffle from foot to knee and back again. The things you think about yourself are all put on the line. No redoes. The feelings you might have always envisioned in such a moment, surprise you when they don't come. They're stifled by preparation.

Fear doesn't set on your horizon today. You couldn't explain the feeling and don't have to as training entirely takes over. You assess what you don't even see. You've sized it up, drowning your certainty in the water of confidence your senses take the hose from your mind. Everything elevates, like an important at bat in a childhood game, but at a level that can't be understood except in the moment. It's a drug, latching on it's high. Too much and you're addicted. Not enough and you strive for more, a junky of consequence and suspense. 

Every sense screams to your instincts, your next step stopped. Eyes squint, vision tightens and the colors, shapes, shadows, natural and man-made objects seemingly move to reveal, display themselves on the beat of your heart pounding in your ears. The game is risk versus reward and often these two hands are played together. Lay it down or play it isn't necessarily an option you have but if you're skilled enough, outcome can still be ruled by you.

Left and right you sweep frantically, but no one would ever know. Your presence, attitude, a rock. Steady and boldly you move your feet to destiny, forcing it's wicked hand. Instinct applauded, you guessed right and moved left. It's a higher power known as coincidence, if not God. Wondering wastes your time at the moment, so you mark the page of life and promise to reread, rethink it later. One day one will rehash, rethink all that could've been, and like a ghost, trapped in the depths of night of one's mind, it rests uneasy and ready to haunt. 

Yea it's fine, walk down the line