Tough to focus
On just what’s here.
Like in a dream,
Where it’s not clear.

Struggling to know
What’s in front of me.
I strain,
But cannot see.

I carry bags,
From where I come.
I pack for what’s ahead.
Too busy doing.
Craving being.
It’s the bags i want to shed.

Leave the past behind.
Let the future come to me.
Spend more time with what’s right here,
With trust that I may see.

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