Blowing away the cobwebs.
Checking out the cupboards.
Moving everything in sight.
Checking what was useful,
And what doesn’t mean a thing.
Blowing away the cobwebs
From the places I don’t go.
Looking at the past
In the objects that I find.
Wondering about tomorrow
And the plans now best forgot.
Blowing away the cobwebs.
The cobwebs from my mind.
Picking up the pieces of the life I used to know.
Putting them back together, to sort them one more time.
Wishing it were yesterday.
When mistakes were never made.
Trying to blow the past away,
Like the cobwebs from the drawer.
The cupboards done and the shelves are straight.
No debris left in sight.
Everything is back in place.
Order has been restored.
And yes, my mind is clearer to.
No more cobwebs left to blow.
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