We seem to always be in the middle of things.
He fills spaces and I try emptying them.
The more I empty the more he tries to put back in.
Where does my friend come from?
In the back of this mind, where there is lots of clutter.
Wouldn’t it be nice if my friend took the day off?
Hey, then I can too.
Wouldn’t it be nice if my friend didn’t come back?
Hey, then would I need to be here?
Wouldn’t it be nice to teach my friend something new?
Like sorting the clutter first?
Like chucking out what I don’t need?
Like keeping the good and bad without the baggage?
It isn’t like I have infinite space.
It isn’t like I don’t need some time off.
It isn’t like I don’t have other things to do.
I call my friend clutter and my name is mind.
Oh, clutter; take my kind words and learn to get rid of things.
Then we could store more knowledge, love and experiences.
As we both love to take time off and enjoy life.
See you soon clutter, your friend mind.
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