cleaning my room

something exploded in my room

why arent you magic like in my dream?

the clothes walked to my warderobe and my room shined brightly

but the truth is i'm sinking in this mess

why i'm i so lazy?

it gets me really crazy

i'm not clumsy its just.

that the floor hates me,the tables and chairs are bullies and the walls get in my way

but i'm not letting this stay and dare to say

get away! and so i clean my room all day

till it shines brightly like in my dreams...