living in one world
or another

splitting my focus

when one takes over
the other needs to take a backseat

and sometimes
because of how much i love each thing
a backseat feels like
it fell off the vehicle
entirely

but i turn around
and pick it back up
and gently place it
front seat and center again in my focus
until the split needs to happen once more

it’s hard loving so many things
so many activities
so many lives

[but it’s only ever hard on the focus needed
the actual amount of love i have is
absolutely limitless]