Too Many Plates

I've got too many plates on my platter

They wobble they spin they climb and scatter

A circus act in my own kitchen

But I’m the clown who keeps on wishin’

For a break for a breath for a little less mess

But here I am in this juggling fest

Too many plates too many dreams

Balancing life on broken beams

They clink they crash they call my name

This spinning act's a dangerous game

Bills and calls and burnt spaghetti

The mail's a flood I'm not quite ready

Shoes in the oven socks in the sink

Is this my life or a chaotic rink?

For a pause for a nap for a simpler map

But I’m caught in this spinning trap

Too many plates too many dreams

Balancing life on broken beams

They clink they crash they call my name

This spinning act's a dangerous game