Erratic Clutter

A normal vibe in the room tonight,
Making progress with the inertia I fight,
Talk it out, keep writing some words,
Eventually I’ll make it through the absurd,
Could I describe certain meaning like that?
It must be where my perspective is at,
At some point I have to let go,
Hopefully new things will show,
Cleaning out forms of erratic clutter,
Streams, sewers, rivers, & gutters,
Sort this out to find a means to relax,
Belief in myself & sticking to the facts,
Conclusion arrives, yet I’m not done,
When will this end, to again see the sun?