Sometimes I see the glass half empty

Sometimes half full

Sometimes I see it needs to be washed

Sometimes it needs to be emptied

And refilled with Pepsi

Or wine

Sometimes I see the miracle it is

Half full of the past and

Half full of potential

Containing man’s ingenuity and

His emptiness

Containing my failures and possibilities

Indifferent to its own condition

Sometimes I want to hold it over my head and

Drop it on cement and

Watch it shatter