Feed your focus to give it breadth. 

Think
longer. 

Go easy on time. 
What's it worth, really? 

That depends on how you stand
and
where you sit. 

It's a personal problem

how you go about it.

The piano man is a sarcastic asshole.  Sing us a song, fuckface.  I'm not in the mood for melodies.

"..he had once defeated the devil in a duel of improvisation, and whose real name noone knew.."

-One Hundred Years of Solitude

Floormats of rotted iron grab hold to my sobriety with homeless magnetism.  They want my shoes.

Everything exists everywhere until you focus on something, sometime.