Supposedly your room is a reflection of your mind.
Well in that case, I must be the crazy kind
Of person. Everything’s strewn about.
Is my unwashed clothing a symbol of self doubt?
Are the random papers the things I forgot?
****, I’ve probably forgotten a lot.

I should probably do something about this mess.
Where on earth are my keys? Anyway, I digress.
I’ve got plenty of time to organize and clean,
It’ll look like the sanest room you’ve ever seen.