11 birds in my yard
So many to count
I might have lost track
As I loose my concentration
11 people on the bus
So many to count
Changing seats
Getting off
And on
I might have lost track
Judging
As I loose my concentration
11 thoughts in my head
Knocking
Growing
Spitting mad
And yet
i might have lost track
Loving
As i loose my concentration
11 more at my door
That I don't want to answer
i don't want to see
11 more of me
Focus now
Count and remember
To forget
Not to loose
Your concentration
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