Attention.

Everything is vying for our attention;

Big money schemes,

Lifestyle themes,

Popularity dreams,

We want to have so much,

We want the best decisions,

For our lives.

But it feels almost like detention,

With low common sense retention,

We stay trapped on this earth forever,

Forgetting that that forever will end,

One day.

We are chasing everything.

Not that these are bad,

But is this all we have?

And what do we take after we die?

Our money, our fame?

Is it not our name?

Is there not something,

Outside, beyond,

This limited creation,

That is worthy of our utmost attention?