Today i was sitting under the shower
and thinking
thinking about all the teenage woes i have
and how the stupidest things can
consume my attention
in the midst of this i had a
moment when my mind
cleared and
just
stopped
thinking.
.
.
.
i focused on the little drops of watter
massaging my skin
this sensation sent a shiver up my spine.
for some reason the widest grin
appeared on my face
i felt as happy as a five year old
i closed my eyes and tilted my head
towards the water source.
the warmth ran down my face.
as the water seeped into my my nose and
between my lips i felt
alsmost as if i were
drowning.
....
when i realised i was being waistful,
i turned the faucet off and became
hypnotized by the steady dripping
id like the believe this event was significant
but i think it only further proves my insanity

It comes in a vertical embrace,
Upward journey into the wee of night.
London bells like I have heard.
Sweet sleep perturbed by zazzy waves.
And tick-tock race, chasing my dreams.

It comes so soon as it fades so fast,
Racing tracks to an unseen end.
Talk yester-in, then the reach.
Splattered, sweated ink on whitened blank
With worthy plans to splash on it.

Plan for it, work on it, and rest in it.
Think headwise and not waistwise.
Headseed first does end in fame.
Waistful thought endures in pain.
Quitted-morrow is ignorance's dad.

Those who forelook rejoice in it.
Those that wish-watch regret in it.
Today’s seed is its tree.
Take the pill for the pain
And tomorrow is its gain.