Even the sight of disorganization <br />Makes me feel like all hope is lost. <br />That is much like the rollar coaster, <br />That I am on. Never ending. Slower. <br /> <br />The ups are blessings I cherish, <br />because they usually don't occur. <br />The downs are steep and the run is fast, <br />But the rails don't stop until the end has passed. <br /> <br />Every now and then I clean up my life, <br />By cleaning my room, or organizing my work, <br />Hoping maybe that by seeing organization around me, <br />My mind becomes uncluttered and set free.<br /><br />Julianna A. Laplante<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-of-organization/
