Focus

Focus, a word that requires itself.

Black spheres dance in my peripherals,

yet disappear with an upturned glance.

How does one know chance?

By bothering to question,

one is not focusing, 

but rather obsessing.

Vibrato on guitar strings

bides time until we meet.

Wherever you are,

many are oblivious,

masochistic and impatient.

I'm difficult.

Just know that.

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[Inspiring Writer]

Lol! Quiet funny! Isn't it?