Distracted

I’m trying to concentrate on what’s being said

But when the world outside this room

Is so lush and vivid

It makes the current conversation seem---lacking.

When the rest of the world is so

Bright and exciting

So wild and open

So new and alive

It focuses my mind on only escape.

I want to smell the fresh rain

And taste the cool spring breeze

I want to see the world and all of its wonder.

But now I have to concentrate on what is being said…