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.
NOT FOR RANT 