Keep on digging through

reading early in the morning
eight more hours 'till class starts
washing machine clunking on
others awake in the house
why am i vague?
why are you not
directness scares people away
do you want to talk
i think not

yeah sur i like to rhyme
he doesn't know that his present's still here
and he doesn't care
red carnations in a vase
twisted like our lives
messy room
papers strewn
clothes lie on the floor

goal to clean
make things unseen
much too much to do
so why am i talking to you?