My glass is as full
as it is empty.
life isn’t about you
anymore.
it never was.
it is beyond you.
it is not me.
way beyond me.
it is not anything to do with anyone
anymore
because
we didn’t make all of this.
we were ‘born into this’.
no,
the glass isn’t half full nor
half empty.
it is filled to the
middle
with
decent
wine…