The hall is silent only the muttering of pens can be heard,
The defining tranquillity blurs my thoughts,
The future feels heavy on my shoulders - as i stare at the paper,
Focus. Focus. Focus.
A man's lifeline is a computer,
Beep, Beep it assures us,
My blade hangs above his sighing chest,
Focus. Focus. Focus.
Machine guns fire all around me,
Lives falling every second,
I look across the barren wasteland,
Focus. Focus. Focus.
Life is full of fleeting moments,
Always stuck in the past or future,
It is time that we took hold of our present,
All we have to do is focus.
