DISTRACTIONS

I don't see them,
But I hear them.
Birds, chirping
on my window sill.

What do they want?
I don't know, I don't care.
I want them to fly away.
My only distraction,
The happiness of the day.

Too many my deadlines;
No space for distractions.
The happiness of the day,
I cannot let hinder my way.
I am focused
Like a gun in range of it's prey.

I type and type away,
Closer and closer to my zero hour.
Letting nothing enter my way,
I remain zeroed in.

Incognizant of the beauty that surrounds,
Obstinately fighting for more speed.
All the while the world beside me
Growing in its beauty,
People changing within their days.

Not me, isolated with my fingertips;
Working a machine with which I have no bond;
All for a final destination date, and only that
I may be granted another restrictive commission.

I remain stagnant, alone, until I hear
The birds call out my name.
They ask me, "What is all this for?"
And they wonder, "Why do you try so hard,
But still miss out on so much life?"
My thoughts muster upon their call.

I begin to sway, unfocused,
Questioning the cost of my endeavour.
I hear them,
Birds chirping,
The happiness of the day.

I pull myself upright and
Resign my hands from the keyboard.
My hands pull back the shade.
There in my view, finally,
I allow myself to see,
The happiness of the day.