Water

Drip. Drip.. Drip…

I must’ve left it open: the faucet.

Awake, yet asleep. Must be my mind-set

Immersed in water, still not any cleaner.

From the drips emerge a flood, wave of emotions clouds my mindset

Maybe because I’m soaked, I guess.

 

Drip. Drip.. Drip…

I hear it clearly

I’m nobody, but I’m everywhere

Anybody home? Ahoy there!!!

Still no response. Now reality births fear.

My words flutter weightless through the air.

Still, I refuse to fret.

 

Drip. Drip.. Drip…

I should turn that darn tap off

but…that was 2 hours ago.

I’m in a body of water

Aching, wading through a mist of uncertainty.

Craving for a state of ingenuity

Yet, still not wet enough.

Could this be just water?

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