showers

As the warm water consumes me;
It lulls me to sleep with its entrancing lullabies
As time goes by
the hour glass is left half empty,
or as the optimists say half full.

so be my optimist in a sea of doubts
and be my answer in an array of questions..
the nights ending and so the warm water cools
leaving the bitter sweet taste of that soap that
washes away this anxiety
thats inside of me.

well, it's not done but certainly it shall be completed