10,000 Hours
Void divulging, spilling out, fall to the floor, swept away
They affect no one, change nothing, inspire zero. It’s not really them that’s there today
Because, after all, what you want, you probably won’t get
This is how your 10,000 hours will forever be spent
You see, not all of our worlds spin in the same fashion
Some worlds operate within a stationary box. No drive, no imagination, or passion
Tomorrow’s greats are already out there, forming their craft, making their names
While we are bound to the simple, monotonous, and to those making their barren claims
Brief stretches appear where one can fill that cavern of fervor
But it’s not long before… “Sorry for interrupting. Until next time.” Then, they’ll take it even further
Find your drive, dive into your imagination, gain that passion and use it to do extraordinary things
Capture all your means and use them as springs
Someone’s bound to listen. Listen. Listen to the aching cries of the potential
For their throats are sore and those 10,000 hours, my friends, are nothing but essential