Poem #9

Focus

It feels good when I get into the groove,
When the world is still and only I move,
That kind of focus is so serene,
Where only on what I focus can be seen,
It’s almost hyper-focus if you will,
It’s got quite the interesting feel,
Whatever task I’m facing,
Has no chance when the blood’s racing,
Whatever gets thrown at me, beware,
Into the meat and bone of it, I’ll tear,
With having ADD, my attention is only fair,
So, focus like this is extremely rare,
My attention is normally stripped to the bone,
So, it’s nice to occasionally get in the zone,
So, when my attention is long gone and done,
How I wish it were something I could call upon,

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