Lately I just can’t seem to clear
The clutter from my attic
Can’t help but climb those well-worn steps
Again and again and again and again.
Bare feet feeling the crack in the ladder
Being careful where I take a step
Can’t afford to slip and fall, not now
I could do without more bruises.
Fragile cobwebs of an interesting past
Sticking feather lightly to my head.
But the more I try to free myself
The more they tangle in my hair.
Stepping over the history that made me
On pages torn softly, through faded color images
In history-scented albums, on so many faces
The hopes and dreams they wished for me
Somehow, I think…I know they understand
I’ve been compelled to start down a different path
There’s something up here that I want to find
Just once, I think. That would be enough.
Tears in warm and random patterns
Splashing on top of what I thought
Was an ancient layer of colorless dust
Think I just stirred it all up again.
That baggage I had convinced myself
I carried out forever and a day ago
Somehow found its way back up here
Guess I haven’t let it go, after all
And when I try just one more time
To clear out the attic, once and for all
I find myself tripping hard over you
Again and again and again and again.
Thought maybe I could box you up
And set you aside like everything else
That I’m not sure I can handle.
But I can’t. And I won’t.
Now pull the cord; turn off the light
Then take my hand in yours
Let’s help each other out of here
The clutter will sort itself out.