The Faucet of My Mind
The faucet drips, like my mind.
As my thoughts splash,
Slowly in spontaneity my musings come and go.
Drip, drop; drip, drop, drip.
The leaky faucet is no one's fault
But my own.
It is broken,
As are my thoughts.
Wandering alone,
Falling only to make a splash
And appear yet again
To fall once more.
My mind, the leaky faucet.


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