everything's disorganized
everything's a mess
nothing's in its place
because nothing has a place

have you seen my room
have you seen my left tennis shoe
and have you seen my

it doesn't matter
it's under something
somewhere in there

it's like my brain

so many thoughts
so many fears
so many ideas

piled on top of one another
like so many socks
and shoes
and papers
and shirts

and every time i find one
i have to iron it
straighten it up
and make it suitable for public view
before i can let anyone see it

and if i
could just take a week
to figure it all out

find a place for everything
put everything in its place

then maybe
i could let you in.

07/29/2006

Posted on 10/26/2008
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