FOCUS

What can i call focus?

A question that deserves a pause

Let me tell you about focus

So i could get an applause

Or better an A-plus

Let's dig down source

Like we are taking a ride on a horse

Focus makes you a boss

But to get focus you might need a bit of force

When you get focus,

You won't mind the toss

You won't mind the loss

You are dedicated to your course

Not minding the uncertainties you nurse

Blindness is created by focus

Things get clear by focus

Because when you focus

You are blind to things around your locus

And clearer becomes your locus

We all need to focus

So get an object of focus

Let go of the Hocus-pocus

Don't live for no cause

Would you join the bus?

I mean the bus to focus

LOVE

I am in love with love
Love sent from above
You came to me like a dove
And as i wove
The closer you drove

Since i am in love with love
Love that can mountains move
Love that can problems solve
I can now truly prove
What it means to love

To love is to give
To love is to live
To love is to show
To love is to sow
To love, the only debt we owe

Love is not a feeling
Love is a healing
Love is not in words
Love is the action in words
Love is true

Love is... so tall
Wish i could write all
This is so small
But love is all

INNER STRENGTH

we need to find strength from within, and believe in ourselves! we shouldn’t look up to external factors to find strength; inner strength is key!

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DAY DREAMER

Wake up Mr day dreamer

Wake from from your day dream

Wake up Mr day dreamer

Wait for the night dream

Come to reality day dreamer

Where you are just the same

Come to reality day dreamer

Back from where you came

Get to work oh day dreamer

So you will get paid

Get to work oh day dreamer

So you won't get laid

An advise oh day dreamer

Stop the day dreaming

An advise oh day dreamer

Stop the forming

My last words day dreamer

Don't believe in luck

My last words day dreamer

Get back to your work

MIRAGE

On a breezy foggy night

I starred at the moon

And scanty stars,

The breeze gently caressing

the leaves of tall trees,

Crickets squeaking in a nearby swamp.

A hungry man is a tired man

A hungry man is a drunk man

I imagined the crescent moon

Soaring down to earth,

The stars just as the Cupid.

I squinted my eyes to see better

But for the fog

I squinted even more

And off i went into a land

i know nothing of

A glorious abode

Where lions we rode

A glorious abode

Where nothing was sold

A glorious abode

With tents of gold

An abode of which i was told

An abode where i was not cold

An abode where i was bold

An abode where i did not grow old

An abode with someone to hold

An abode that could not fold

An abode where i carried no load

A hungry man is a tired man

A hungry man is a drunk man

This is what a hungry man wrote

This is what a hungry man saw