the Athlete

we are the gambler

and the Olympian

 

placing bets on our fates

 

there’s no medal for fourth place

so,

if you get your numbers wrong

you’ll be drinking whiskey,

while they order champagne

 

10,000 hours

Of practice, of study

Philosophy, theory

Laboratory testing

 

Trembling hands and narrow eyes

We wonder

 

Staring,

At the fantasy

Leaking from head to hands

And into our name.

 

the race begins

the universe bending

under the weight of tenfold ambition

and expectations

 

the dice are strained

desire gripping fact

in a ring of statistics

 

as chance dances

through the layers

on a foundation of faith

 

we find ourselves

in sight of the finish line

our why revealed,

enlightened to the nature of our fate

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