Somewhere, beneath all the mess in my life
The blue carpet mocks me as i try to find it.
Beneath memories of all the love ive lost,
beneath toys from a childhood past,
The blue carpet is always there,
Its presence reassuring and ever watchful.

The blue carpet has seen it all,
but for years i have not seen it.
Its covered wall to wall in a figurative pig sty,
Of thoughts, hopes and dreams.

I will tidy this room one day,
Organise my life,
Categorise my dreams and catalogue my memories
Tomorrow,
I'll do it tomorrow.

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