The clutter in my space
Means clutter in my mind
I can't think straight
Until I find a path through
Dishwasher needs emptying
Kitchen sink overflowing
More cups on bedroom dressers
Than in the cupboard
Eight laundry bins brimming
Clothes waiting to be washed and worn
Those draped over the floor
A marsh to wade through
Endless cycles of
Wash, rinse, repeat
Spaces that collect
But never seem to empty
Scattered Legos
Rolling beads
Forgotten glue guns
Oozing glue on the floor
Children who need
A space to play
Rules of tradition
Attempted and failed
Pick up when you are finished
They are never done
Time to clean up
Battles and whining prevail
The clutter in my space
Means clutter in my mind
I can't think straight
Until I find a path through
Empty desktop at work
Clear space and clear mind
Some think spread out
But not me.
