But what am I focusing on?
I am only here for a short amount of time; then I am gone…
Gone with the wind, wrestling the trees, making crisp air for us to breath.
Breath in and out- in and out
Focus up; focus down
How can someone be down to earth; while reaching for the stars?
The stars are what shine bright in the night
Nightly news floods my living room; as the screen is offly bright
The brighter the better, boring isn't in the picture.
Picture this; someone holding hands as their grip suddenly slips.
Slipping, falling, and now hurt.
Hurting from all of this work.
Working towards nothing; hoping for something…
Something I can focus on.