There’s a piece of sand on the carpet,
not where it’s supposed to be.
It should live in the bucket–
put away, not laying around bothering
my feet.
There’s a piece of sand on the carpet,
and I’ve got laundry to fold.
It’s only one grain of nothing,
yet my full attention it holds.
There’s a piece of sand on the carpet–
I can’t see it, but I know it’s there.
You wonder why I don’t dust it;
I’m convincing myself I don’t care.
Well, there’s a piece of sand on the carpet,
and now I’ll never fall asleep.
Eight hours behind, fell off my grind,
never did find the broom to sweep.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 12:53 AM UTC
There’s a piece of sand on the carpet,
not where it’s supposed to be.
It should live in the bucket–
put away, not laying around bothering
my feet.
There’s a piece of sand on the carpet,
and I’ve got laundry to fold.
It’s only one grain of nothing,
yet my full attention it holds.
There’s a piece of sand on the carpet–
I can’t see it, but I know it’s there.
You wonder why I don’t dust it;
I’m convincing myself I don’t care.
Well, there’s a piece of sand on the carpet,
and now I’ll never fall asleep.
Eight hours behind, fell off my grind,
never did find the broom to sweep.
Minor inconveniences
Major breakdowns
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