Distraction's Hidden Treasures

Dancing thoughts, a swirling sea of ideas,

Illuminating pathways to the unknown.

Stealing focus, scattering intentions like autumn leaves,

Time slips through grasping fingers, never to be reclaimed.

Restless minds entangled in a web of diversions,

As the world spins in a frenzied ballet of stimuli,

Captivating our senses with every passing moment,

Tantalizing, tempting, the sirens of the modern age.

In the midst of chaos, inspiration hides,

On the fringes of concentration, creativity resides,

Nudging us towards unexpected revelations.