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.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
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.
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