Messy Footprints

Sometimes I want to run through the door,

making messy footprints on the white carpet.

And when I do,

I wonder if the carpet would be spoiled

had I wiped my feet before entering

or not come in at all?

Because every time I do run,

I'm so fast that I'm bound to

forget something.

The unknown hovers above me all day and

I can't

shake

that feeling.

If we're making a mess,

I don't want to clean it up.

I'm overqualified.

I'm overtired.

Overdone.

So please,

calm your voice down.

I don't want the neighbours to hear us.