shower head

Who do these feet belong to?

The ones upon which I walk

Yet to me do not belong

Beneath them a puddle forms

Cascaded from the nozzle

Perched firmly on tiled wall

Upon an unsettled mind

The watery column rains

Quickly and uncontested

Racing astride thoughts within

Inside the court of conscience

Every action must be tried

Every scenario played

Had other choices been made