Whatta Mess

I'm talking about my room, my job and my mind.

My room, I can still clean it.
My job, it's messy, but I can deal with about 10 hours of it everyday.
My mind, dang, it's the hardest thing to clean.

I'm thinking about a lot of things, and I'm running out of patience too-on everything! I feel like I just might snap one day.