Organizedly Disorganized

Bits of paper here and there with my thoughts
flying everywhere.
I write things i cannot find to
tell of what's on my mind and then it's
lost in a pile.
I must confess this is a mess.
I search for days to find the things
i left in disarray,only to find them
and lose them the very next day,leaving one
in distress.
This is a mess i must confess.
I try in vain to do my best.