have ten thousand hours come and gone,
master?
can time go faster??
have feet taken ten thousand strides or walked
ten thousand missteps?
no regrets
is there ten times one thousand miles of ink
in these dusty notebooks?
constant flipping pages with
darting looks at each page seeking to add it all up.
read ten thousand books
to write one story, surreal ratio
live a thousand days time ten
doing one thing very well
with out your head to swell
and you will be a master,
not by your own admission
not of your own volition
only to begin your mission
to give back what you have
learned, that a talent is a gift only, once it is given freely away while shared.
©DWE102013
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
have ten thousand hours come and gone,
master?
can time go faster??
have feet taken ten thousand strides or walked
ten thousand missteps?
no regrets
is there ten times one thousand miles of ink
in these dusty notebooks?
constant flipping pages with
darting looks at each page seeking to add it all up.
read ten thousand books
to write one story, surreal ratio
live a thousand days time ten
doing one thing very well
with out your head to swell
and you will be a master,
not by your own admission
not of your own volition
only to begin your mission
to give back what you have
learned, that a talent is a gift only, once it is given freely away while shared.
©DWE102013
but it starts with one
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