What was I doing?

What was it again that I was doing?
It slipped from mind.
I'm lost in my steps,
gazing back at my footprints,
trying to conjure up
my last thought.

What was I about to do?
Fulfil the needs of my body?
Satiate a carnal desire?
Untangle the chain about my legs?
Join the racing parade?
Or be?

I forgot that
I'm spirit manifest;
I'm a soul visiting this world.
I got lost building something
when I should be preparing for my departure.

What do I need to pack?
A suitcase full of virtues.