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..
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.