I lingered on the wet tile
My gaze met that of a stranger
I forged a petty smile
As my gut pervaded with anger

Water dripped down my face to my feet
A puddle formed, I only ignored it
My true self had been faced with defeat
I threw my life away, ripped and tore it

I walked out of the bathroom
Walked into my bedroom
Am I too quick to assume
My life cannot re-bloom?

I slope down by the keyboard
And outline a mellow tune
I have no spirit restored
So I float off like a balloon

I return to the mirror
I return to the stranger
Nothing seems clear
Except my soles danger