Thinking in the Shower

Whats a bucket full with no mug

to draw water from?

In the shower, a question

That I often hum

Every morning I feel the bucket has been

all this while feeling glum;

But then I see the bucket fill its emptiness

with what the faucet has to dump

So the bucket filled itself

but weighed under what it pined

So I was introduced in the bathroom;

To lift off the pain, a mug at a time

Hence the bucket found its rhythm,

twas me that gave it meaning

and without the bather

how can you know what it is feeling?

I asked, if it was something else?

But it cried that it was a pail only

So smiled I when I bathed

cuz the answers did rain on me


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