I
It sits there lifeless, defying my mind
I stare at it endlessly, yet feel so blind
Where did it come from? why is it here?
These questions have answers, and yet, I fear,
I will never ever know just how
It came to be. So to it I must bow
What is before me now is old rusty
but once was new, then used in trusty
what purpose could it have served in life?
could it have belonged to a husband or wife?
or is it from a kitchen of a fancy restraunt
that dished out food for the waiter to flaunt
This host of some such menial task
has forced my hand so now i ask
all there is to know of this lil trinket
and the cause one had to try and sink it
II
but it refuses to say nary a word
as it looses my mind like a bird
to ponder at length its mysterious origin
But i havent a clue as to where to begin
It just sits there quietly breaking my mind
I stare at it blankly, feeling so blind
to fascinating story it must posess
was it once in kitchen with a girl in a dress?
it twas from its nose came a life giving element
but now comes mystery that i now lament
some owned it once but who?
af face in a crowd, or maybe you?
III
This Stupid tap alone in my lap
refusing to pay me du heed
Silently sitting, never quitting
not giving me what i need
I hold it and, tis heavy in my hand
it wont even tell me its make
It stares in my eye, as i let out a sigh
please tell me, for my own sake
Where did it come from, who let it go
where did it come from is what i want to know
IV
Silent
Rusty
Old’n’Green
The biggest mystry
I’ve ever seen
Ancient
Dirty
Slightly red
property of an owner
now long dead
Usefull
useless
quite obscene
I really must know
where has it been
V
Any number of things you could’ve been
Any number of things you could’ve seen
The the biggest problem, I think, to me
is why you are such a big wor-ry
When and where did this thing begin?
this quest to find your origin?
the point is now quite plain to see
in thining of you, i’ve learned of me
…stupid tap…
VI
Deeper
Faster
Farther
Harder
Swirling tides of mystry flowing light as smoke and dense as stone mem’ries and dream flit and abound amidst a cacophony of sound swirling flowing from the tap, to sow my mind with seeds of thought, splashing, sloshing, from the spout thought abound and vie and shout. All the toughts i can concieve tumble through me like a sieve
your waters wash me pretty and clean
and bestow on me a lustrous sheen
VII
I awaken as if from a weary trance
and feel my mind in fiery dance
my mind is flowing fast’n’free
feels well in side of me
and yet it sits upon the crate
adding nothing to my debate
what i really want to know
where did you come from? where will I go?
What knowledge did i take from this
what more was there i did miss?
I came to you for answers
I leave with more question
VIII
The Problem still perplexes me
But solace granted yet will be
To solve this riddle that I face
I’ve delved into a darker place
to finally come to my destination
to finally have an explanation
nothing concrete has been done
but from this certain good has come
I’ve opened my mind to vast new thought
And with out you i would have not