Laundry and anxiety.
An endless variety
Of tasks, that are contrariety.
Still, I try to feel piety.
Such ongoing contradiction
Causes me affliction.
I wish this was all fiction.
I wish I had more conviction.
I want to find a place
That enables me to ace.
I don’t want to chase.
But rather, move with grace.
I hate to fold clothes!
I feel my tasks are suppose
To vanish, so I can inclose
My energy, to finally expose
My glory, so that everyone knows
That I’m a winner, because I do what I chose.
All these lows, I want to dispose.
To feel balanced, with healthy ratios.
Maybe I’m meant for something greater.
I don’t know, I am not the Creator.
But I am my own elevator.
My life’s facilitator.
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