As I stand there, with the water through my hair
I look around and see the tiles,
Beige, and the grout,
White, but *****.

I stand there, and gaze.
I reminisce of the day's events,
Of happiness and exhaustion,
And smile to myself.

I grab the soap, and wash the day away,
That tainted water that falls down the drain.
As I fresh up for bed, and prepare to sleep,
I write them down, the day's events,
As not to throw them away.