Conservation of Energy
Every time I find a sock I lose another one so every time i do my laundry i’m met with mild excitement followed by feeling regular
Sometimes it feels like I’m on pavement chasing shopping carts
Pushed into the farthest corners and abandoned next to parking spots
They wait helplessly for me to come and round them up
But every time I push some home there's always new ones waiting
And I’m not sure if this is brought on by not being able to keep track of socks but it makes me anxious thinking about tasks that can’t be completed but aren’t quite important enough to be called Sisyphean
And anxious about self-employed uncertainty so i’m terrified of jobs and generally unhappy with money

So when I die I hope my name makes it on to a park bench in a golf course somewhere in Westchester because maybe that’ll mean whatever task i did i at least did it okay
Like a tetris build up sometimes you can stay ahead
But only so much will fall into place
I would rather wait till the blocks stop falling to sort it out
I would rather wait till the blocks stop falling