Your trash misses you,
It dreams of what could be.
You threw it all out
And thought you were free!
But it won’t let you go
‘Cause you’re all that it knows,
You made and sent it out,
Into the world it goes!
I could list it all here
But you know better than I,
And as for me –
The longer list is mine.
Goodness knows I miss it too,
I worry about my trash.
So I throw myself away
To find my lost mishmash!