thoughts in the shower
#4 of poetry
sitting in the shower to night i held a candle
sitting alone in a dark bathroom tub lay
lit by the flame of one candle
would be the time alone quite
no one here to stop
no one here to need me
no one her to miss me
sitting alone in a dark bathroom tub think
lit by the flame of one candle
no one here to say
no one here to hear
no one here to understand
sitting alone in a dark bathroom tub say
lit by the flame of my candle
thats ok there is one here to draw
thats ok there is one here to think
thats ok there is one here to be
and so the flame burns on until there is no wick left