What you see is what you get?
Could be worry, could be fret?
Could be joy, could be peace?
What do I see soul's crease?
Holds my attention, fixes my gaze.
Then I run through life's maze.
Fixated on where my focus is.
Blindly going about my 'biz.'
Intentional focus, effort of correction,
Realize where my eyes go sets direction.
Beauty I behold,
Effects whether hot or cold.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
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