Focus

Time Seconds on the clock passing by Why Do they already move on Space So much more to see Why Do they already move on Mountain peaks without the troughs makes the whole world flat Slice it until there's nothing left, everyone trims the fat Quality squandered, can't help but wonder What life would be for us, with some Vision Becoming tunnel vision Why Do they already move on Art Kept inside the lines No wonder They already move on Mountain peaks without the troughs makes the whole world flat Slice it until there's nothing left, everyone trims the fat Quality now squandered, can't help but wonder What life would be for us, with some Focus Quantity Plethoric Dopamine Euphoric Now Fading slowly like the stars Same old buzz is lost to us Faster now the Earth must spin Chase the dragon Can't We Win Deep in the heart of the Earth's sub-side Seven miles down out of sight A hidden gem reached out to me Too many of you refuse to see Or even search for a better way Than mass stimulus cacophonies As endorphins prod you softly You're bombarded by mediocrity