Clean

There is a light trailing behind me
On the back of my body
I feel warmth creeping up my spine
I peer backwards
Spotting a dim light far away
Far away

Treading forward into the night
I hear no movement ahead
It seems that I've stepped into quicksand
I'm reaching out
Nobody hears me far away

I've been
Anxiously moving
Restlessly working
Desperately breathing
Aimlessly seeking

I've been Deeply bending and
Softly lending my hands to help
Hoping for night to fall and dawn to rise
My hands have not been helping the way I hoped for
I am everywhere but here
I am everywhere but here
I am everywhere but here

I've been
Anxiously moving
Restlessly working
Desperately breathing
Aimlessly seeking

Am I clean yet