By Michael W. Raley
I try to focus on the task at hand,
Yet it feels like trying to count grains of sand.
If I could think solely on the present moment,
I know that I would own it.
I fail once again to gain traction
As I have become weighed down by obligations and distractions.
This, that, and the other-
Time and energy are limited, I must choose one at the expense of another.
Hurry up and wait, they say,
As the clock continues to move forward on this day.