No matter how hard I clean
My life remains a dirty house.
I polish up on philosophy and history,
But there is always too much to polish.
I try to vacuum out the dirt,
But a curse word always lingers in my mind;
the same way dirt lingers in my couch.
I wash my experiences with optimism
Yet, like windows, I always seem to view the grime.
Just as a load of dirty dishes clutters my sink,
So do the hours of television clutter my mind.
An eternal process, cleaning.
Always cleaning, trying to make things shine.
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