its when i waste water in the shower
by turning on the faucet,
and curling into a ball on the bathroom floor
that i pretend that the world doesn't exist.

like i have some power
to put life on pause it
seems so real to close your eyes and just explore
the waterfall that doesn't exist

in the real world, because the real world is sour
the water is poison it
looks so beautiful when you pour
it out on your friends story telling wrists

and you say that you're a believer
there's no monsters it
is only a fairy tail you heard when you were four
but then again, everything seems like fantasy in ignorant bliss

yet underneath the dreams of falling water
in my head lies a truth, it
is constantly bombarded by water droplets that soar
from the water falling down into still pools, they list

like sleepy eyes these monsters
drunk from the sound of nature, it
soothes the savagery, the lore
does no justice to their beautiful faces, i would have kissed

it in my dreams had i not pondered
upon its hideous reflection, it
scared me, i deplore
its look

so i hope for the wells to remain of plenty
lest the water stop running
the river dry up
and i am left to wake to deal with the monsters in my head.