Focus
Things get simple later in life...
OK, not everything gets simple
But emotions distill to their essence
There's no time anymore for the noise
While fighting to filter things out from the background
And background is what you've worked on a lifetime so far
Like picking out from the multitude that one perfect star
The one that aligns with the orbit you've found
With your head in the space where your feet found the ground
And all of your wandering brought you right here
To the point on this sphere where the tears in your eyes
Don't dim the reflection of the path you've been on
Leading up to this point where things all boil down
Reducing your life to the importance of focus
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