My Room

They say that the state of your surrounding is the state of your mind
I suppose that’s accurate
For my surrounding match my mind clearly
The sheets are in a pile at the end of the bed
The shoes are everywhere
Dirty laundry is scattered over the floor
Nothing is in it place
Looking at all of it and I think I should fix it
Clean it up, make my room tidy once more
But I do none of that, instead I lay on the bed
Staring blankly at it all and try my hardest not to see it, for in reality I’m just as lazy as a cat
I’m not a writer, just a bored gamer

Israel Sambola
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