Waking, I am left with my thoughts,
to contemplate myself, my being.
Questions of "What am I doing?",
Often tend to leave me fleeing.

Hot water pouring down my back,
in a shower of uncertainty
Standing still and all alone,
with a pressing sense of urgency.

But as always, I shake it off
and soon begin to dry.
The ending of this sentence,
is nothing, but a sigh.