like an island it stands in a corner black scratched and worn

piled high with stuff I dont even know how it got there or why its there now

all i know is that its there

on it stands a tall and regal lamp with stuffed butterfly draped across it

just because

no other reason is there a problem here

i know they say theres a reason for everything but such a theory is broken when my desk is considered

its a nice thing to not know the reason all the time

it makes things easy simple and a little stressful

but that okay because its my desk

i like it that way

and so i leave my little island of not knowing alone 

and its okay