Why must you try to catagorize me?

Why must everything be neat and tidy,

Filed away?

Yes,

I fit the description.

Yes,

I act the part.

But nothing is what it seems anymore.

The description is old.

Your dictionary must be out-dated.

Your mind must be organized,

To the highest degree.

What happens if your files are lost?

Sent to ashes by a neglected fire.

What happens if the lines of your catagories

Are turned to a foggy mist,

Dancing about your fingers when you reach out

To snatch them back?

What happens then?

Just give me space to write one thing;

None of the above.