Focus

When wandering eyes

Meet wandering minds

When all the things you fear

Become all the things you hold dear

When desperate hearts

Meet distant minds

When distant focus

Meets desperate attention

When all the things you want

Become all the things you can’t have

When all the things you can’t have

Become all the things you need

When the want of an end

Meets the unceasing beginning

Then comes the middle that never ends and never begins


Short little poem I wrote about focus and anxiety.

Written: July 2021