Jar

I have a jar sitting on the cabinet next to the table

To my right it sits

The table a mess

My dog peaking into the kitchen

Watching a rat about his size sneak through

In the distance I hear the TV

Mized with the sound of my parents talking

Talking about me and politics

Well, they mention me

But it sticks to my head like a gold start sticker

Marking that I didn't try hard enough

There's something unsatisfying about sitting here

Staring at a jar

I could be doing homework or walking my dog or even sleeping

Instead I sit here filling the jar

Thinking that I'll be able to put a price on ideas

Despite trying to sell before being a failure

Who even cares?

Surely, I don't.

I wish I did

I wish I didn't care so much

I wish each thought in that jar was instead a paper star

That way I could sell some meaning what people see

I'm as blind as an owl during the day

Alone as one during the night

Knowledgable in all things but how to funtion

It's in this jar that I see all that knowledge

But also the rat

I'm merely trying to sneak a bite of the bigger picture

But I'm stuck here

In a jar