Filling The Glass ,Tipping the Glass
We all drink from the same cup, sent daily items of old or new to partake
By the drop or a great flood how we receive always open to how we perceive
Some deviation fills it to over flow with frustration, leaving the faucet open is often our mistake
Whether a P-ism or O-ism overthinking leaves less time for drinking, when always full which side do we believe
View often distorted if not open to what was reported, will this elixir be clear or opaque
Often coursing with ice cold fluid mixed with hot untempered solvent, when we mix this to warm the flow won't burn or freeze
Pint pitcher tub, puddle pond lake, brooks streams rivers flow into seas or oceans all will wash us, optional to drown or apply a brake
Paths lead many places, fumbling stumbling will sunlight brighten, enlighten or will it always be midnight with moonlight blocked by the trees
How we each view a concept is nothing new, always a task coming to fast, taking life in leaves a head in a spin, internally we sift real from fake
Awash in a wasteland that has become our over flowing mind, as it fills avoid those chills positive negates negative, face hurricanes as though it were a summer breeze
Finding my glass half full an easier task ,less burden or questions to ask, given a choice reason to rejoice, absorbing that other half shows a reason for that empty space
Playing mind games often reveals our pains, Liquid turns living steel into rust how fast is up to us, new mission requires clear vision, will we stand stall or be left on our hands and knees R.C.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 10:28 AM UTC
Filling The Glass ,Tipping the Glass
We all drink from the same cup, sent daily items of old or new to partake
By the drop or a great flood how we receive always open to how we perceive
Some deviation fills it to over flow with frustration, leaving the faucet open is often our mistake
Whether a P-ism or O-ism overthinking leaves less time for drinking, when always full which side do we believe
View often distorted if not open to what was reported, will this elixir be clear or opaque
Often coursing with ice cold fluid mixed with hot untempered solvent, when we mix this to warm the flow won't burn or freeze
Pint pitcher tub, puddle pond lake, brooks streams rivers flow into seas or oceans all will wash us, optional to drown or apply a brake
Paths lead many places, fumbling stumbling will sunlight brighten, enlighten or will it always be midnight with moonlight blocked by the trees
How we each view a concept is nothing new, always a task coming to fast, taking life in leaves a head in a spin, internally we sift real from fake
Awash in a wasteland that has become our over flowing mind, as it fills avoid those chills positive negates negative, face hurricanes as though it were a summer breeze
Finding my glass half full an easier task ,less burden or questions to ask, given a choice reason to rejoice, absorbing that other half shows a reason for that empty space
Playing mind games often reveals our pains, Liquid turns living steel into rust how fast is up to us, new mission requires clear vision, will we stand stall or be left on our hands and knees R.C.
Explains itself,but not always knowing good or bad,more often if the what color the liquid of life is,or "seeing it through rose colored glasses"
"Peace Takes Practice" Appreciate you thoughts thanks for reading. Rick
