By the boil of the jug.

How limited I have felt doing things in the time it takes to boil the jug, so much time has to be designated to work in all its forms. 

How pressured I have felt to not keep them waiting, to serve before that click, and the light goes off, because of readiness . 

How the waters of the life slowly boil away. 
How quickly we feel bone dry. 
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Am I the master, the one who has the power to turn it on, am I the water yet to boil dry, am I the one who watched it play out in my time. 

Imprinted by the sound that jug made. 
More so the people around. 
Hot drink, you have certainly been full of flavor. 

By the boil of the jug how much we feel that  we don't  accomplish within the boil of the jug. 
Time has to be given to sleep. 
Dictate that most trade money for time, and vice versa. 
Time to simmer is that a silly ask.