Messy

The virtues of orderliness have been

Impressed upon me forever, therefore I lean

Towards striving to tidy up spaces that I inhabit

Try to follow Marie Kondo’s advice, but it does not sit

Well with my disorderly tendencies innate

My stuff rearranges itself in a more entropic state

My desk, my room, my thoughts and moods can

Best be described as messy- my carefully crafted plans

Seldom see the light of the day; instead

Ideas that pop up randomly in my head

Get me excited and in action galvanized

Thus they are much more often realized

My cluttered desk, while not pleasing to the eye

Allows me to look at discarded projects afresh, that’s why

Leaving papers on the desk haphazardly

Is conducive to my thinking and creativity..

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Tidy, clean, sanitized, decluttered,plain

In theory that’s the benchmark I try to attain

But if you ask whether joy that sparks in me

The truthful answer is not really..

I’d rather be messy, with creativity intact

Than be a slave to methodical order infact.