Slow and steady wins the race,
Turn the lever and THEY'RE OFF!
Rushing through the pipes
Tiny bullets aimed for my body
Naked to everything but filth
With each impact the bullets shatter into pieces
Hitting what surrounds me
This land is bland and dull
There is no one here
I doubt that God even is present at times...
or that is how i feel
There is no color,
Just a dingy shade of white surrounding
The lighting is dim
and the only sound is the constant rush of the menacing bullets
I come here daily
To clear my mind
To cleanse my body
To think of what I have done in a days time
To wash it away
But what have I done in a day?
What have I done in a lifetime?
The answer is just as my surroundings where I sit
BLAND, DULL, DINGY
My fingers begin to prune
and this is the showerhead's sign that his work is done
My body refreshed but my mind heavy
I leave this place only to return again.
What am I doing this day?
(This is my first time every sharing with anyone or anything material of my own, It was kinda a spur of the moment thing as i sat in the shower these lines rushed into my head and so i scurried to the computer as soon as i was out.... enjoy)