The ephemereal steam br Rising out of my bath br Gathers me to its warm bosom br I feel comforted, sheltered. br Every sharp edge softened, br Every ugly moulding veiled. br Life becomes, suddenly, br Dreamy, br Vague. br I detest limbos br But br Sometimes… br Moments like these br When optimism spent br And spirit bruised, br I lie, br And find life br Suspended br Animation br I revel in the anonymity. br My own face, ill-defined br In misted mirrors; br Familiarity, br Tedious familiarity, br Suddenly unfamiliar br I am a stranger unto my own br Truths br Tortures with plague me, br Suddenly confused by my br Disappearance. br I giggle br Gleeful br I’ve tricked my own shadow! br I’ve run away from myself! br What a delicious br Reverie.