Distractible

My attention wanders, my mood elevated by a song, a window into another realm of wrong or right. So many distractions. My knee niggles since I went on a long walk. It feels like a golf ball when I try to bend it. My concentration is erratic. I recognise my signature so often its insane. I am troubled of late by loss. I let go of what I wrote over the years. I believed I would achieve something greater. I always kept my focus on the positive, the joy and excitement of great music.