i dread stepping out of my succumbed selfness
where water puts pressure to thought
and to do anything productive
im not ought

i dont want to leave
but im told to go on to face
a faceless world

no one touches me here
and the walls are mine
the tile is overlooked and i resonate
time here isn't
and im never late

theres simply
the dull sound of monotonous water tones
to keep me company
and i want for not