Attention is not my target
is not what I strive for
it’s not in my DNA
when I see it I change lanes
when I sense it I change lines
I’m not at ease with my eyes
I don’t fight to take gold
I don’t strive to win silver
I’m ok with my bronze
attention sounds fake to me
attention sounds temporary to me
it brings misery rather than pleasure
my soul gives me buckets of it
my passion gives me more
that’s attentively enough