Focus ...

Focus ...

The things in life that we give devotion...

But honestly do they really matter in the end?

Was it worth all the commotion?

When all that's left to do is descend 

We were concerned about time...

what's wrong and right...

We made decisions with a flip of a dime

But in truth all we did was make the rope around our neck tight

But whom are we to be judged ?

It's like looking at a women who is crying...

and blaming her because her make-up smudged

When what matters is what she says about dying

I never get how no-one got what was important because they were to focused on the silly  things...

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

You made me laugh with this one Micky that question at the end Ha! to it. It is impossible to read your work without thinking a little and then as you know I come up with all sorts of (crap mainly) questions. So after reading this let me share with you what I see screaming loud thorugh your words. That you wish remorse was only for the dead but somehow even when the idea seems highly appealing it does not happen to you. Some people will be sentenced to that I am sure. In the meantime all this observing all this light you shed over matter does not go unoticed.

Thankyou

[micky]

Thank you Rene for the awesome review;p I do love to make people think but overall i'm glad you liked the piece

[Chahklat]

A wonderful poem on perspective and objectivity.

[micky]

Thank you so much :)