Tap Water.

The tap water falls
To the empty hot pot
A moment of balance in the silver white spot
As heat burns it away
At least it seems that way
When no single facing can say

Not getting any older
When I'm walking around
To music from ear buds
Motions moving to sound
And then the light and the breeze
...and the shake in my knees
Add up to a view that reminds me of you

Now strolling through produce again
In search of the cheap and the green
To snack on before we begin
A climb up over the sin
To...

The roof of the house (as the whole damn thing burns)
The edge of the water (A salty drink we learn)
A place inside quiet you know (the kind where silence meets snow)
It's not what it had meant before (you got dressed and walked out the door)
Like breakfast you wanted to skip (and trials where the verdict was flipped)

The tap water falls into the pot
Now cooled to reflect my wandering thought
With a full belly of life I have lived
And halfway down the road by which we fled
Hunger looks timid and borderline dead
And no one can remember just what was said