Dive deeply in to the sea within, The river beneath my skin, that flows red and white, heightened, clutter in my life. All this clutter in my room. There's no more room. Not to move, not to breathe. All of these materials distracting me. Highlighting my inability to accept responsibility.

Clutter

Clouding my mind like no other, I can hear the words from my mother, but I store away another piece of truth so I don't have to choose the road that ain't smooth

Clutter

T-shirts and water cups, sheets of paper and blankets balled up on the floor. Pennies and loose change, dust on the sill, but still, I can't seem to pop the pill, take control of myself to keep this room clean.

Clutter

Taking over my brain, insecurities and an ego's quest for fame, covering up for a heart-full of shame. Treating life like a game, trying to advance on all fronts. Gonna be a jack of all spades, clubs, diamonds, and hearts. Don't get in my way once I start.

Clutter

This modern disease, seeping through the blood of the 21st century. My phones got measles look at the red dots popping. Duty calls me to the couch popping fools with red dots, Tell myself I'm more than I'm not, and that's why I can never stop

Clutter.

-Things I think I think

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