I have a messy life
just look at my apartment
the carpet needs to be vacuumed
the dishes must be done
and just like my apartment
my brain could use some cleaning
interruptions and excuses
trouble I can't outrun
within my messy mind
I try to take out the garbage
but no matter how I work
there's still more left to do
stolen conversations
and promises left broken
memories unwanted
and lies I thought were true
back up the dump truck
and let me fill it up
it's damn near overflowing
it's getting toward the top
my messy life won't rest
my head keeps on working
planning its escape
from its messy mental home
but still I keep on trying
blind faith and meditation
some self-medication
old tricks I've never known
in my messy life
you'll see me here tomorrow
cleaning out the cobwebs
washing every window pane
thinking that it's neater
until tomorrow happens
when I see my messy life
and find it's still the same
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