Focus

Forgoing the daily ration of opinions and gossip on silver platters, served as delicacies on fine china, to focus on such and such.
I say such for a simple reason.
Simple reason being I'm usually up for bat 20 times in a row and as such am focused on 7 bases and 20 pages at once.
At once I rose to inspire, but tripped over my shoe laces and stacks of books.
Stacks of books I've been working on, focused on, oh shit I'm distracted again.
Distracted again because I forgot to tie my shoes and finish rummaging through the clutter.
The clutter the reason I took a break from fine dining and finer things to serve up a dose of grammatically correct bull crap.
Bull crap that I sit here correcting another's voice when English class was simply a ploy to keep us from broadening our horizons.
Broadening our horizons be the matter at hand, making the pen speak the same language as the man.
The man has no voice if I'm correcting it all the time, editing, reshaping his voice then is mine.
Mine is a voice that is all ready heard, and I'm slowly regretting focusing on what doesn't need change while in the kitchen delicacies wait.