Focus

When I focus on my head the hocus pocus, the locus of my thread.

Is that Moses? That's got my sheets floating by doses of hemp.

I'm losing my focus again.

I'm choosing my opus again over the lotus of Zen.

I'm hoping that I'm written by pen as I'm sitting again.

Fast spitting again like I'm a venomous snake, you're bitten again.

A victim of my 'vem' like an attack to the system by my persistence.

Your resistance stems from my existence.

I befriend your missus again.