Overwhelmed

My brain is a hoarders paradise
Memories heaped to the ceiling
Knowledge in landfill piles
Neurons in chaos
Strewn across countertops and tables.

I’m always standing in the middle
Waiting for this mess to fall in
Waiting for the eventual collapse.
It never comes
But the anticipation lasts forever.

And by the smallest handful at a time
I remove the mess
Confident I’ve done something
But no dent could ever be made
In the still-building tower
Of all these collectible thoughts.