Messy Room

It all starts clean.

A swept floor,
A made bed,
A clean desk,
A dresser full of clean clothes.

A bed becomes a solace of crumpled blankets and pillows. 
A makeup brush left on the desk for a second, 
Turns into a mess of eyeshadow and mascara.
One careless shirt thrown down onto the floor, 
Becomes a pile of colorful clothing that isn’t even dirty.
The floor once empty is filled with miscellaneous junk,
That you don't even remember how it got there in the first place.

A burst of energy,
A new thought of clean,
A light at the end of the tunnel,
Makes all the mess disappear.

Leaving the same.

A swept floor,
A made bed,
A clean desk,
A dresser full of clean clothes.

A endless cycle of accumulating mess
But who cares, right?
At least it's clean sometimes...