If it is out, I need to put it away.
If it is crinkled, I need to iron it.
If it is dirty, I need to clean it.
If it is untidy, I need to tidy it.
If it is askew, I need to straighten it.
If it is awry, I need to set it right.
Immediately.
Right away.
Without delay.
Because…
Who knows what manner of chaos might be unleashed on the world otherwise?
In the meantime
While all of the externals of my world are getting squared and lined up nicely
While I’s are being properly dotted and T’s are concisely crossed
The world within is in shambles.
Half-drunk cans of Diet Coke
Potato chip crumbs and
Cookie wrappers
Litter the floor.
Dust bunnies the size of tumbleweeds
Roll hungrily along interior walls
Looking for mates
Or possibly victims to devour.
This cleanup task is invisible
Overwhelming
And so it remains undone.
I want to leave it to the experts.
The specialists and witch doctors…
They know this stuff SOOOOO much better than I do.
I can’t be trusted to tend and feed anything as delicate
As sensitive
As temperamental
As a soul.
Can I?
Russellings of the Spirit 
You stated — “Who knows what manner of chaos might be unleashed on the world otherwise?”
My response — I fully agree! I clean as I go.