Focus

The target moves in intricate pattern
The red and white are blinding and bold.
Illusion shattered when target is hit,
But knowing me, I haven't hit s***.
The statement before appears vulgar and vile,
but that expresses my annoyance with self.
This self-pity, now, is only pathetic.
Time to dust myself off and get it.

My focus is gone,
The blur is evident,
I need only God to guide my arrow.
You alone are my eyes to see, Your eyes are on the sparrow.

This realization for self-modification,
Has caused me to change my outlook on life.
The darker side I tend to lean,
But only because I'm a human being.
I need optimism, I need to look up.
If I don't, I'll miss the target for sure.
God help me now to overcome this trial.
You, and only you can make me smile.

My focus is gone,
The blur is evident,
I need only God to guide my arrow.
You alone are my eyes to see, Your eyes are on the sparrow.