Sometimes our focus is in the past, and on things we cannot change. Sometimes our focus is on the future, dwelling on things, we have yet to arrange. It's just so hard to focus on the present; I think that's both sad and somewhat strange.
I have thoughts of things, I have yet to do. Great deeds of legend, for both me and you. But, the world needs great repair. It's such a tragic affair. Another Christmas, and I'm feeling blue.