The Boiling Pot

Who lit the fire?
Why does the water
Boil forever?

Bubbling, effervescent
Never pausing
Or quiet.

A drop falls in
And it too
Ends up dancing.

Circulating drops
Churning, turning
From bottom to top.

Even cold water
Gets caught up
And starts to falter.

Who holds the power

To switch off

This potboiler?

Forever, thoughts

In a heated flux

Spinning like a top?

Sshh...Triggers a flash
Another memory
Raking up trash.

Running always

Trapped it seems

In a circular pathway

It helplessly flails

Seeks rest

But in that, it fails

For the fire
Is raging within
Burning, never tired.

And yet tired
Seeking to cease
But to activities tied.

On and on it goes
No beginning
Or end, it knows.

For in subsiding
It fears lies
The ultimate ending.