Stepping into the shower
Where dreams lay to rest
And my body and soul
Is thoroughly cleansed.

Smells of warm humidity
Fogging up mirrors
That look into my self
Bringing on a hazy glaze
Of relaxation
And renewal.

Busy busy busy
The man rushes through life
Not taking a break
“Don’t need it? Don’t do it!”
But as he steps through
Those doubled paned glass walls
Of his million dollar, gotta holler, sooooo amazing house
That he built with his own determination
And with lies and deceit
He just breaks down
Tears belong into that cleansing water
Drawing out all his worries
Into the wide open
To be rushed down
Into the ocean.

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