The room is neat, <br />Everything has its place, <br />But my mind is cluttered, <br />Can't you see it in my face? <br /> <br />All my thoughts, <br />Are jumbled in my mind, <br />The room is so tidy, <br />Everything I can find. <br /> <br />Inside my head, <br />Troubled water rages, <br />My agendas on the desk, <br />I flick through its pages. <br /> <br />I take that book, <br />That dictates my life, <br />Its many scrawled appointments, <br />Give me so much strife. <br /> <br />I throw it hard, <br />Across the room, <br />It feels so good, <br />Like release from a tomb. <br /> <br />I take each thing, <br />Scatter them around, <br />Now I am certain, <br />Not a thing may be found. <br /> <br />But my mind is free, <br />The waters are still, <br />The clutter is out, <br />Unbroken is my will. <br /> <br />My will to survive, <br />This tough rat race, <br />I shall take it easy, <br />Go at a snail's pace.<br /><br />Aisha Sherazi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clutter-2/
