Losing track

I keep losing track of everything.
So much to keep in the right place
the marbles are out of the bag everywhere
my glasses lost, i’m blind
and the cat on my chest prevents me
from trying to get back to the ideal
organized space.
I’m losing track
and maybe soon nothing will mean anything
but thinking about it
in all the chaos and clutter
relaxed just just as everything is
wondering when i'll have
another peaceful moment like this.