The Shower

Hot water

Sometimes the warmth lulls me into a half-sleep

Standing in the puddle formed in the porcelain

In here I think about the future

Reflect on the past

And of course I sing

It doesn't matter what I sing

Just that I do

For a few minutes I am sealed off from the world

My tune is both personal and nonsense at once

But it is an expression of freedom

I know exactly where I am

I know exactly where I wish I was

When I step out from behind the curtain

The cold air will jolt me back to the here and now

And the safety of this haze will be gone

But I will feel completely alive

Ready to plot my next move

And oh yeah... a little cleaner

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