Being organized

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..

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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

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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..

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So, if you want efficiency, being  organized might be the key

But unorganized mess lets you things in a new light see..