The Clutter Within

Amidst the chaos, a roller peels back,

a clean slate I seek, but the world stays black.

Coffee shop laughter, it echoes too loud,

with strangers unrolling their lives in the crowd.

I flick off the remnants of moments long past,

yet cling to the fabric that just cannot last.

Absurdity dances in crumbs on my sleeve,

so I roll up the echoes, in hopes I can leave.