focus.

Focus.
Jagged shattered pieces of brain
Left over from a day like today.
It’s over.
Like summertime, like October 2009.
And I’m right.
Correct in assuming
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
As if my life is a battlefield
And I am not winning,
I strive to move like the wind.
Appreciate the current moment.
And take time to reflect.
I can’t work like this.
But I write like this.
And this,
This is good.