The dirt that is in and on my car
Is all the places I have ever been,
Like my shoes and my skin.
I have no fear of the past,
It has lost its hold on me;
And now I am movement, soft but fast.
I might take some time to clean and review,
But the more that I take now,
Perhaps less good travel and work I do?
There may be no good for me to try
to scrub the past out of the present;
That act may only make the future cry.
Better that I clean my mind without need,
of real things and hold myself to know,
that I am clean regardless of travel or deed,
Although, some pieces of dirt must go.