Dirty Dishes

Can I clear my mind?
As I'm flung through space and time,
Can I drain the tub without leaving some bubbles inside?
I've got a free ride, but no free time.
I just keep on working, while I should be slurping up the sunshine.
Is it insane to be a gluten for pain?
I live in a crash test. Press go, smash, repeat.
There is no end, but I trying my best.
I guess that I'll never stop showing myself to me....
All of my actions live up to what I thought they would be.
But whats unclear, why do I fear?
I'm just a speck of dust.
Whirling, swirling, I thrust through the shopping lines.
Can I tell you my wish?
I'd like to keep washing this dish...
Its one way of knowing that I exsist.
Pass me yours too, it keeps my hands warm, I can hardly resist...