April Shower

Dirt and sand,
Line the clothes that line the floor,
and taint the water that runs past my feet.

Grimy streaks in the bathtub,
Proof of the dust that once clung to me,
Unable to stain my skin.

I am clean,
surrounded by filth,
and the spiders that feed off it.

My sanity running cold,
then hot again,
As I drown beneath the water flowing
Eternally from my shower's head.

Keeping me clean, clean, clean.
Time and time again,
Despite the ever growing mountains.

Accumulating junk
That litters the earth's floor,
With aspirations and good intentions.

Seeping into the sewage,
Winding it's way into homes,
Quenching our unquenchable thirst.

And washing me clean, clean, clean,
Of all the dirt and filth,
That surrounds me.