I lose focus with the same discipline as of a wounded mother trying to save her child. Yes, I lose focus on a watch. I watch myself lose focus and my head starts to churn strange concoctions of already stored visual, sound and smell memories. The world seems to change its color and notions. Sometimes it is bright and sunny, sometimes dark and humid, each beautiful in its own way. The richness of life stands entirely on knowledge, peace, love and respect. All this in just a gaze into the scenery around me, be it wherever. A lost gaze absconding in the rebel against focus. I want to stay here forever, but as they say, you should not lose FOCUS for long, or it ruins you!
The brain is a microscope, the heart is a telescope!
Focus is shaky, and a blur sometimes!
The target is a shape shifter, tiny at first, cyclopean at a close shave!
Taking a step back clears up my heart, but my brain is fuzzy then!
Am I an artist, or a scientist? The sweet spot is a momentary lapse of judgement!
The heart’s the management, the brain’s the techie!
Hovering too high, flying too low!
Into the deep abyss, but not all the way though!
The balance is momentary, the conclusion is half baked!
We are still forging our way ahead, philosophical blindness is probable!