IN A CLUTTER
My thoughts are in a clutter
My emotions are too
I've got to get myself straight
I can't figure out what to do
My house is also in a clutter
A big mess everywhere
Because my husband is a pack rat
With stacks of things here and there
It really drives me up the wall
I just want to scream
I'm so fixated by it all
It crops up in my dreams
I long for simplicity
In my surroundings and my life
But my hubby's eccentricity
Is ridiculously rife
I try to put things in order
Where they could easily be found
But he manages to misplace them
Somehow, somewhere around
As I look around my house
I want to pull the hairs from my head
Putting things in order once again
Is something I've come to dread
I go through this so often
Sometimes I lose hope
I get these moments when I feel
like I'm at the end of my rope
Yes, right now my thoughts are in a clutter
And my emotions are too
And I really have got to get myself straight
Which I haven't yet figured how to do
Copyright 2001 Edith Bael
