Focus

My ability to focus is somewhat displaced.
Earlier, the clouds up above had my attention; different colors of gray.
"Great." I thought. "Just the way I feel."
I opened my eyes; back to what was real.
Oh, the frustration! Please, please pass me by.
Go away, along with the rain drops outside.
To retreat back to my hot tub of water; next to the glowing flame.
Paradise awaits me there; time to let go of the blame.