Philosophy del Baño

Fresh peanut butter on moldy potato bread
We discover our dreams held by a snagged thread
New towel placed on the shower floor
Even masters of despair can't handle life's door
Turn the knob,
sigh and sob,
Take a step,
Feel the depth,
Think again,
Comprehend,
Understand?
Once again,
Philosophy born from the porcelain throne
Philosophy dead from Candy Crush on my phone.

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