Half - Written April 1, 2009 (three years from today)
Whether half full or half empty
why do we toil with difficulties?
Why not say half?
Why is there no middle man?
No one to break up the fight.
Optimistic is what I am,
but in the end, why does it matter?
Where air touches water, or glass touches solution.
Why do we worry over such trifling matters?
There is no need to worry about
where it is, but we should wonder where it goes.
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