I’m cleaning off my desk again
                               Been doing that for a time
                               Trying to find an answer
                               Of what’s really on my mind

                              Sometimes, I sneak up to it
                              to grab it while it sleeps
                              But that never ever works
                              It hears me as I creep

                              Sometimes do Tai Chi for it
                              To grant it peace and space
                              But it never seems to help at all
                              It likes it’s messy place

                            So I give up trying to sort
                             I guess it’s meant to be
                            And truth be known (to those who care)
                            Its clutter comforts me.