I just stumbled upon this old poem that I wrote:

The Shower

I stumble from bed

Like a zombie, half-dead

Groping my way to the shower

I stay there it seems

Under life giving streams

For the better part of an hour

I rinse and I scrub

In a shower not a tub

But it’s not just for hygiene I came

I lather with hope

As I cling to my soap

That I might soon remember my name

With gusto I sing

But the dreams they still cling

Inside my somnambulant head

I shower for long

‘Til the danger’s all gone

That I’ll wander right back to my bed

Wasteful you say

How I stay there all day

Draining some reservoir deep

While others abound

It’s water I’ve found

The only true solvent for sleep