Waking again I am handed an immensely full glass of water,
Surface tension being on the only reason it does not spill
Now, this day, like many before it,
I am forced to wash, dress, walk,
Do all tasks with this water glass in my hand.
Everyone seems to be watching,
Not my every move,
But whether I will spill it again … in my latest endeavor.
Please take this glass from me,
so I may tie my shoelaces
And proceed with the day in peace.