Order is disorder
To make complete
That i feel is empty
The steps I take
In order to make
Like life is at stake
Am making a mistake
Urge to act
To keep up the act
Started of as I read
Sports icons have it in them
Slow poison it was
I did not know then
The list is infinity
That I'm counting it daily
To live my life well
Life has already passed by
I'm still ticking the boxes
Right from which sox do i wear first
The side of the bed
Have to get up
Is already decided
Starts from there
Brush shave and shower
The exact timings noted
Which hand holds the razor
Not that I'm ambidextrous
But if i do it
With the wrong hand
Rest of the day in stress
Ironed clothes on the bed
Matched acording to the day
Of the week suggests
Colognes in alphabetical order
Odour not the problem
Disorder very clear
Same route to work
Roads under repair
In total despair
Unable to move forward
The power of the brake
My mind applies
Beats any car manufacturers desire
Trying to break it
Murphy's law applies itself
I try to beat the law
Murphy's law paradox
Makes its call
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Intrusive internal quarrel
Beats liquor as an actor
Masquerading as your best friend
Giving you a high
But in reality a depressant
Two sides of the rope
Pulled in opposite directions
First it registered that
I was on both teams
Only to finally Cotton on to
To the fact
That i was the Rope too