I turn the silvery nozzle,
Let the water fill the tub,
Slowly slipping in,
Letting the steam rise above
They say a hot bath cures all,
It relieves stress and pain,
As it washes over those who are tired, drained,
My physique is feeling fine,
But lately it's my mind that's been aching,
Doubts and frustrations,
Sweet apparitions that bear no fruits,
Fill my brain like a silencing mute
Sinking in, I let the bubbles sway and pop,
The refreshing dampness takes its course,
I try to relax and close my eyes,
While both the heat and darkness arise
But I struggle and cannot remain still,
As the gallons pour,
I reopen my eyes and realiz