Monday, September 25, 2006

The Real Focus

I guess I still had something on the clipboard. Perhaps I need to focus before I submit. Anyway you get two for the price of one. The preceding poem was Revolving Relationships:


Thoughts scattered across my mind
like grains of desert sand
consume every breath of my being

No time to relax
Never anytime to relax
Definitely not the time to relax

Scattered thoughts consume my being
What to do?
What to say?

No time to relax
Definitely no time to relax today

Such a suffocating feeling
I don't have time to breathe,
just time to make moves
and worry about breathing when I have time to.

JT 2003

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