So much stuff it's killing me
it's crushing me the stuff I see
there's stuff and stuff it's all around
I cannot even see the ground
my emails just pile up high
my virtual pile reaches the sky
real stuff fake stuff, so much junk
it's probably why I'm in a funk
my brain is spinning out of whack
so much stuff I can't keep track
should I just delete it all?
and throw away what's piled tall?
but then what if I need that stuff
and then I may not have enough
I'll try to find that thing I read
'cause I can't keep track in my head
but maybe I'd remember things
If all this stuff would just make wings
and fly right out my window there
and then I'm left without a care
what if that had changed my life
and left me here without this strife?
am I the one that stressed me so?
I guess that I'll never know...