It isn't difficult for much of anything
To steal my attention
There is always something to see observe
But there are some elements in realty that manage
To captivate me more
astound me
Then I give it my undivided attention
Even if for a brief moment
As if enough to
Appreciate its existence
YOU ARE READING
Things I could tell you
Poetryincoherent, inconsistent ramblings about a person trying to reach a consensus with itself
