First Things
Sometimes, we lose our focus as well as our way on life's troubled seas.
We allow smoke to get into our eyes, and we see the forest but not the trees.
We listen to sounds with distorted words and twisted truths that quickly deceive.
That's when to pause, examine our cause, and cling to things we first believed.
02112019 PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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