#16 Mantra of Materialism
O! How I long to be tidy
To have every cute thing in its place
I long for a wizard to decide he
Should miraculously grant me more space.
O! How I long to be cleaner
With wood floors that would shine like the sun.
And each item of clothing much leaner
For a closet that's never undone.
O! How I wish for no messes
In this life that I built for myself.
But I'm afraid that I simply love dresses,
And what's life, if not filling a shelf?