I am single minded
    Among my scattered books
    And laser focused
    Behind my fractured looks

    I am neatly ordered
    Beneath my messy papers
    And purpose driven
    Throughout my winding capers

    I am quietly musing
    Amidst the idle chatter
    And always searching
    For the words that matter

    So judge not substance
    By the mask of reason
    Nor gauge true progress
    By the whim of season

    — Wayne Visser