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The state is hard to come by, elusive to the self,

How do I even come to reach this place of focus?

Briefly in temperance of self, I bridge closer to this place;

Yet I am treading near and far, never getting there.

Shoulders tensed, breathing shallowed, eyes fixed with place.

As focus comes down, time slows its rushed pace.

One instant, the universe fades, my job crystal clear,

The next, a chaos of thoughts, a storm moving near.

Lost within the flow, time passed in blink of eye,

Restless and distracted, each moment crawls by.

Quiet room, forge for the mind,

A quick ping, and effort falls behind.

Time has passed, work has been done;

Reaching the end of schedule, I leave this place; my mind lost.

Faculties non-determined, abilities not controlled;

I speak to myself, pretending as if I am getting things done.

Stress builds as attention slips nay,

Elation flies when the focus choose to stay.

Focus is not to be sustained forever, it is to be enjoyed in segments;

I tend to fend over the slowest of days, but the day was fast and now it's stead.

Take care, be wary, focus when you can, use your time.