are you dazzled or depressed
at the view through your
my heart is frenzied & sad
at the same-as-tomorrow’s intentions
that keep measuring me lacking
in comparison to my expectation:
to get better without changing.
is it foolish and fanatical
to want more from exactly the same thing?
or is it genius and generationally good-mannered
to say, “have hope,” “things will get better,” “it will turn out alright,”
“YOU WILL REACH THE AMERICAN DREAM” ?
this tragic trajectory of too-many-times taken
paths of least resistance
explains the token tumor
in the abdomen of our culture.
it’s not something you’ve swallowed
and you’re certainly not ready for pills
is it something you can pray about?
no, reduce the problem into an equation:
what is the least common denominator
between 1, 7, & 9?
1 being your expectation
7 being your stubbornness
9 being your pride
for those of you wondering,
the answer is 63.
so nobody’s going home with less than 63 hours of practice
at whatever it is you wish you were doing or changing
so that the view out your window doesn’t look the same.
besides, studies show that in order to create the muscle memory
necessary to subconsciously complete a physical task,
10,000 repetitions are necessary
and that has nothing to do with the number 63.
are you silent about your lack of consent
as the mistress of mediocrity
steals your love?