focal points

The drift of the unfocused floats aloft the everyday, and soars even over dreams and desires. For in that fuzzy ring, that circle of confusion, simple goals are lost in an ever-blending haze. To relax within that weightless, imageless expanse is an inviting danger. Though necessary to recuperate valuable energies, the flow of that lazy river overwhelms with its tranquility; placation through relaxation. Stop to cool your heels, quench your thirst but move on. Perspective is not found herein.