I wander between rooms
finding myself suddenly
occupied with drudgery
kept from realizing how
bad I need what I don't got

Stupid tasks that
wouldn't fool anyone
I set myself on cuz
I'm dumb enough
to be tricked to forgetting
I ever needed that

The house gets cleaner
when I want it
I find old chests full of
pictures and writing,
like looking at a stranger
I feel I am making lines
straight lines that are clean
to wander lightly in
and lose something
I'm trying to forget

I am not myself
right now I don't know
if I will remember