The steam bellows out and fills the mirrors
with hazy mystery
Similar to that that of waking up in panic
The stinging in my eyes is familiar
Yet I still don't know the source
I know the road I want to take but still wont stay the course

These thoughts caress my brain
like waves coming in at high tide
Pushing anything unsubstantial out of its way
Destroying any early developments
All that's left is you