I breathe in the air outside,

An know how clear the difference in the air is,

All foul and mucky in the inside,

While all clean and fresh on the outside,

I wonder why the inside cant be the same,

But deep within me I know why,

I will have to do lots of cleaning,

Then I will have to do lots of rearranging,

Then I will have to do a lot of discarding,

Of the things I don't need,

It's not that that scares me though,

Or that keeps me from cleaning,

Its the kneeling!

Am afraid the material on my jeans will wear off,

Around the knees,

If I do too much kneeling,

I may hurt my back,

Or strain my leg,

Or break my knee cap,

Too much worrying!

While forgetting the important lesson,

One has to kneel,

To plant the seeds,

Inorder to watch it grow!