Give direction to my distraction

GIVE DIRECTION TO MY DISTRACTION

By Shreefal Mehta. 1 Apr 2020

To hear this read out: https://youtu.be/vCIoPjryMjU

This lock down not shut down I slow down

Home stay videos play Minutes hours slip away

A new day but old way habits just stay

This work I must - this distraction I trust

With the rules we make, a world view we bake

With thoughts to myself I give my life; make a change cleave mind’s knife

I give a glance get a wink; life’s changed in a blink

The world’s another distraction- it’s just made from my reaction

We dive into old dejections drive ourselves to new elations

It’s a bore this here distraction, time to make a new transaction?

Which way you glance, whose hand you shake

The world you see, your reality you make.

In cloudless sky watch hawks as they soar

In layered cities above the buildings ten score

Effortlessly they go with the flow. So smoothly directing their own show!

Their shrill calls pierce open halls

Fiercely we fight and curse this blight,

Gently we sleep, my life is so deep.

In life’s movie we strut and preen - Who’s the bulb and who’s the screen ?

When we run and race to make merry, Ask this – from start to end where are we? Where are we?

Ten thousand years and we’ve wifi, mobile TV,

What question have we asked for humanity?

The world’s patterns so pretty we form - Society’s rules we love the norm.

All play this - all made-up bliss this

Distractions you see, in survival you don’t miss!

Each choice we make, a different path we take.

Bring meaning to my life, being locked in with my wife.

What thoughts do I follow ? what purpose in the ‘morrow?

This world is my own contraption - Society the norms my main distraction

Through all this a gentle smile - With just love all the while

Can I wisely choose my attractions ?

Direct my mind to the next distractions?

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