Doubting: Muddled Waters

Hey ho,
Which way to go?
Doodling along,
Not singing any song,

Just twiddling
And twanging,
Not rhyming,
Not making any sense at all,

Not taking anything seriously,
Too tired to fuss,
Letting the wash water slip
And watching it dribble playfully;

Hissing and sounding,
As it flows out the spout
And hits the metal sink
Bubbling and gurgling into the drain;

Gaily tap-dancing down the pipes
To join the larger waters
And swim out
To refill the lake;

Then merging
And re-emerging
In somebody else’s sink
Or bath or swimming pool,

Until once again
It escapes temporarily,
Only to be scooped up
By some intake pump.

What a life!
But the water never complains,
What’s its secret?
I too must learn.