When I'm out-and-about, I think of returning home.
Depending on the current season, I think of a holiday or occasion
That still hides in the future,
Such as thinking of Easter during Lent,
Or what Halloween will be like
While indulging in Irish culture.
Even more so, I think of resting while working
And of working while resting.
Just another phenomenon I don't understand,
A fact indeed.
I know my physical body has always been present for everything in my life's doings, but not always my mind (this poem may sound like repetitive bologna, but, at any rate, wanted to write this anyway). To add to that, in some relevance, "sayings" [can] differ from "commands"; for instance, the saying or phrase "remain in the present" might inspire me, but it doesn't necessarily mean I am necessarily bound in obedience to that or that I can obey that sage advice at all, for that matter.
