Sunday, August 17, 2008

The Empty Glass

Sitting, staring at an empty glass
Wondering if the time will ever pass
When this great thirst which grips my soul
Despite me takes control

Sitting staring at the empty glass
I see the want, I'm waxing gaunt
The vision that it fills so taunts me
Now my mind has strayed

And if I come to watch behind me
Lucid as a dream outside me
The body that I see before me
Empty as the glass

I realize the vision asks me
Who I am and what I thirst for
I decide that I won't pour
My spirit in the glass.

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