Distractions

I stare at the surface of the glass,
Instead of beholding what is behind it.

Faced with beauty incarnate,
I desperately search in vain ignorance.

Singing only to hear my own voice,
I miss the opportunity for my sole purpose.

Is it so hard to comprehend unhappiness?
I bow at your feet from anguish self inflicted.

Teach me focus.
Give me hunger.
Let me breathe just a little while longer.