Metaphorically Speaking

I'm not really here. I am physically, but metaphorically I’m not. I just exist sometimes. Occasionally I'm present, but the majority of the time, I am not. When you see my eyes drifting, I'm not wondering, I'm wandering. I'm seeking. I'm observing. I'm listening to the wind. I’m watching the leaves dance beautifully to it’s command. I'm grasping the moment of simplicity. I'm grasping time. I'm feeling everything. I'm understanding. I'm not here nor there, but elsewhere in between the metaphoric hologram.