Showers
I sit,
waiting for my shower water to warm.
I think,
losing control of my mind.
I wait,
for my thoughts to come to an end.
They spin,
making me shaky.
The water drips,
reminding me of the reason to sit.
Not to wait for the water,
but to encompass the ideas floating around in my brain;
the dreams of life and wonder,
which dissolve into nothingness.
The circling, never-ending, thoughts,
penetrating my head.
They welcome me to the warm and fogging water.
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