The Shower

The shower is a magical place

The warm water allows the mind to wander

It seeps in through the scalp

And whispers ideas the dry mind would never ponder

As a curious child I explored this notion

Of the magic of temperature in the shower

I slowly turned the water up

The extreme heat giving me power

It burned at first but never severe

But that's because I eased the gear

That allowed more heat to fall on me

Never anticipating the catastrophe

The thoughts consumed and digested my brain

The excrement that left overflowing the drain

I became like a zombie in my everyday life

The leftovers of my brain creating more strife

But one day I realized the source of my problems

The journey that I had started as a child

Getting used to the heat which dissolved my mind

Creating the thoughts that my brain now defiles

I now know that I must stop this madness

To stop the water that my mind loves seizing

My hand reaches for the gear as it’s done so many times before

And I turn the water down to freezing