The itch of my skin, the click of a pen.
Even a bird’s hum pulls me away.
Every moment tugs me somewhere else.
Ideas dart and disappear like shadows.
Hands fidget, feet tap to a silent beat.
My focus is a spark. Brief.
A hum too loud.
A light too bright.
Thoughts run away: like a stream.
What are you doing?
Just look down and think.
The paper will not just be complete
Forget everything outside
Bring yourself together.
Look down.
Concentrate.