Updated: Jan 6, 2019
Are you here Focus? Under the bed? Over the
moon? Where are you? I heard that you were
afraid. What are you scared of?
The mind is the greatest wanderer. It travels
more miles than an airplane. It is quicker than an
owl swooping down for its prey. The mind is
relentless and wraps its claws around its meal,
deaf to its whimpers.
Why do you fly away without warning? I’ve
been enjoying your company but you have
abandoned my party, leaving me alone with
cold, bitter tea. Ironically, you have sought
refuge in a barren, broken land. The trees have
sunk and the air smells of gunfire. Why don’t
you have some milk in your tea? Stay with me!
Without you, Time has decided that I smell. He
no longer sits beside me.
Come back Focus!