It's good to take a couple days away,
To rest, relax, and mark a holiday,
But I cannot too long at my rest stay;
I've things to write and other things to do,
And to attend to them, I must push through
Lassitude. I'm not a person who
Can long remain away from my tasks set.
I have to work on them, although I yet
May long for ease--but I have yet to get
Myself to where I can simply enjoy
That which comes before me; it is coy,
The ease and happiness--in a word, joy.
This does not mean that I no pleasure feel;
I delight in keeping shoulder at the wheel.