In Search of Focus
(A Decima)
My interests are scattered about,
like socks in a teenager’s room.
Flitting around becomes my doom.
My purpose, I begin to doubt.
My energy seems to run out.
Starting but not completing things.
Going nowhere is what this brings.
I need just one task at a time.
Having focus would be sublime.
What’s Your plan for me, King of Kings?
like socks in a teenager’s room.
Flitting around becomes my doom.
My purpose, I begin to doubt.
My energy seems to run out.
Starting but not completing things.
Going nowhere is what this brings.
I need just one task at a time.
Having focus would be sublime.
What’s Your plan for me, King of Kings?
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