If at first I don’t succeed, I try again
My work is not neat, and it causes me pain
So I try to improve, to be more attentive
To the work at hand, my best I try to give
I work efficiently, but orderliness is not my strong trait
I long to make my surroundings and work immaculate
But that does not translate into reality
Neatness never comes easily to me..
The importance of neatness is hammered in my brain
So I berate myself on my shabbiness again and again
Once in a while when my stars seem aligned
I execute things perfectly, only to find
That in my enthusiasm to improve some more
I end up making things messier than before..
I try to improve myself in different ways,
But the ability to be orderly is something that stays
Out of my reach-maybe I need to start with a purge
Once I get rid of superfluous stuff, clarity might emerge..
With fewer possessions, I might achieve partially
My objective of being organized and orderly..
Ultimately, with the truth I have to reconcile
It is possible for me to be neat for a while
But clutter is my natural habitat, I believe
Lasting orderliness I don’t think I can achieve