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