My room is full of disorder,
With countless things to ponder.
Tons of crumpled clothes and paper,
Pile up forming a big skyscraper.
Floor adorned with breadcrumbs
Holding the weight of humdrum.
White walls as blank as a canvas,
Shouldering the ceiling like Atlas.
Spiders browsing the giant webs
and lizards roaming with tiny steps.
Thick folded dusty curtains for the ghosts to hide,
and a messy brown desk just beside.
Despite all this disorder
I find peace, I find order.
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