All my life, by many different people I had been told-
The virtues of being organized had been extolled
It made one more efficient and be in control
Stress-buster it was for every single soul
It was a way to save time that was precious
Being organized was a universal trait of the ambitious..
I lamented the lack of that special gene
That would make me organized, I could not glean
How the rest of the world kept everything in order
While my life was in a perpetual state of disorder
And when I succeeded, for once, in organization
I found things were boring, I had the realization
That disorder made my creative juices flow
While orderliness gave my right-sided brain a blow
Organization seemed efficient but predictable too
While disorder forced me to find my way through
In the process, making me think and explore
And even though it might have taken time more
The passage of time would be unnoticed by me
Engrossed as I would be in unraveling a mystery..
So, if you want efficiency, being organized might be the key
But unorganized mess lets you things in a new light see..