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Focus


Sometimes its green, sometimes gold.

It will have you upside down

Then leave you in the cold.

Focus.

Money, cars, fame- wait.

Whats that light?

Don't miss it or it will be too late.

Focus.

Jobs are plenty until you come

To the point of recognition-

Your job seems quite lonesome.

Focus.

You have been guided all this way

Not to give up because it is hard

But to find that one place to lay.

Focus.

This is the last chance. You can do it.

To get to the place of dreams

Reaching bit by bit. 

Focus.

Perfect jobs don.t come out of the blue.

You know how you got there though.

So give credit to who it is due:

Focus.

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