Focus

My attention has gone out the window.
My thoughts are as numerous as the snowflakes

as they flutter silently to the ground.
Almost as pointless too.
Not very long from now they will all be melted

and gone.
They are nothing but day dreams as the class goes on.
Some bigger than others.
At times you focus on only one until it hits ground.
And then the process starts all over again.
My mind is the cloud that releases the snow,

my tears and thoughts.
Every so often a gust of wind would scatter my thoughts.
Some get stuck on objects to be visited again later,
Others melt to never return.





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