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DISTRACTIONS

I rose my eyes in curiosity
Observing the pace of pilgrims
Born with responsibilities
They journey through life

At birth, the blueprint of destiny
Is encoded in their souls
They grow in passion
Sweetly displaying the gifts within

Brilliantly, they align their lives
in a specific direction
With a focused mind
And a heart baptized in zeal
They keep their gaze on their destination

As time rolls by
They grow familiar wiiith their goals
As they say to themselves
" This far have we come
So far we are sure to go
Irrespective of what might be
Hence, let's take a break"

They relax in lethargy
And wallow in the confidence of past glory
While they relapse in achievement
Bathing their journey
in the whirlwind of procrastination

Subtly but firmly
Their attention begins to drift
They now have time for things once considered ephemeral
Misplaced priority rules the day
Dexterity repels them
As they settle for less

Distractions are attractive
Cloned in very strong appeal
They demand immediate attention
They come with strong affection
To override ones initial passion
As your appetite for the otiose
Gradually becomes an obsession

Distractions come in various forms and shades
They totally paralyze your quest
Making you worse than an ostrich in wisdom
Nothing kills greatness as fast as this venom called DISTRACTION

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