crash, boom
the clatter of the dishes falling
to their death
spilling everywhere
too much to do, so little time to get it done
always busy, always running
never time to complete the tasks I want to do
or could it be poor priorities?
poor planning?
poor control?
the end is not the answer so much as a reflection
of what the beginning was like
but the journey has made all the difference
snap, bam
waking from the miniscule daydream
time to clean the floor.
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