Saturday, May 26, 2018

F.O.C.U.S




Under this stress,
Test and mess,
I'll buckle unless
I answer this:
What is focus?

When I'm at my lowest
And progress is slowest,
Through ferocious explosives,
Caught within the locus
Of bogus hypnosis,
Facing the atrocious diagnosis
And the hopeless prognosis,
I place myself on notice --
The notice to focus.

Have I been promised
Constant doses of roses?

When has ever been an opus
Apart from the art of focus?

Will I let the stressing
Take away my blessing?

Hocus Pocus?
Hocus Focus --
The magic of focus

So what is focus? Just this --
(F)aculty (O)f (C)reating (U)nder (S)tress

© Matt Decker

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