Obsession
It was my obsession
Just learning a lesson
In my possession
No room for correction
Had a connection
Had to check my direction
Got into an altercation
No room for alteration
Concentrated on my education
No time for a vacation
Couldn't afford to buy a plantation
Had to pay attention to my vocation
It was difficult to stay in one location
I had a premonition
That this would affect my cognition
But I was on a mission
Had to make the right decision
Managed to stay out of prison
This was the best decision
Kept me from any derision
My concentration was on my dissertation
Could be up for contemplation
Such a lesson
Continued to be my obsession
About the Creator
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