I can focus but it's rarely on the right thing.
There was a fan on before I wrote this but it took more effort to ignore it then turn it off.
There's to much attention on one thing or never enough on anything.
A single point can become my whole world, my whole world nothing but a singular point of interest.
Time will fly by as I'm stuck in a stand still until something draws me back,
My focus back.
I can focus, but it's never on what I truly want.
I set out to enjoy but end up fixating.
The flicker of lights.
The calling of a bird.
Rarely what is before me.
I can focus, but it takes a day.
It is drawn and cut short in irreversible ways as the pattern continues in undefined rhymes,
And I should know.  
Because I can focus.