It takes a while,
Sometimes,
To remember
Where we put
all the useless parts
of our messy lives.

We often find ourselves
Sifting through
The scattered notes
Of forgotten songs,
Or searching extraneous facts
And useless information
Acquired over the years.

These things are scattered
Like old laundry
Strewn across our imaginary floors.
They’re left to clutter our heads
Like crumpled pages
Smudged with scrawling letters.

Each day brings more pieces
To keep track of,
Dates fast approaching,
Names that must somehow
Match the random faces,
Appointment times
And places to go,
Directions that wind through
the tangled streets.
Visions of places
We’ve lived in all our lives,
Visions of places
We’ve visited once.

And don’t forget
To make time
To eat,
To shower,
To use the toilet,
To drink water,
To exercise,
To get ready for bed,
To set your alarm clock,
To ******* sleep.

It’s a wonder
That we don’t see more people
Falling off
Or losing control
Of the madness.

Even stranger when we see those
Scurrying frantically to and fro
like nervous rodents,
Their eyes wide and concerned,
Their claws burrowing furiously
As they try to neaten up
The chaos.

I never understood those people.

Sometimes memories
Fade faster than
Whispering wisps of smoke
Rising from flickering candles.
Others tend to hang around
For a while.

But don’t think about any of that right now.
As far as I can tell,
We only have this one life
So why sit there and stare at the rain
Running down the glass?
Go outside,
Take a look around,
Let It all amaze you,
This place, these things.
Laugh and shout like a child,
Don’t be so **** afraid
To get a little muddy.
You can even track it
Through the house
If you’re really feeling daring.

You’re here to enjoy yourself,
To discover this strange place,
So quit wasting time and get started.

--Jack Singer