When I was little
No older than 5
I was asked
To dust off a countertop
I didn't think much about it then
But I do now
The human mind is the countertop
Your dreams are the specks of dust
The feather duster
That's the person
The person that can wipe it all out
In one little flick
They can all be gone
Never to be recovered
You can either be the duster
Or you can leave it be
And make it grow
All because
I Was Asked
To clean
A Countertop