Half full, half empty.
Early on you don’t think about “the end”, the road more traveled keeps you occupied with scenery, roadside stops and nice tunes on the…
Early on
you don’t think about “the end”,
the road more traveled
keeps you occupied with
scenery, roadside stops and
nice tunes on the radio.
You don’t think it’ll happen to you.
The downside.
An almost unwillingness
to get out of bed given
you now know you
are moving toward that end.
Gone is the boy is his speedo
testing the chill of the lake
with one bare foot.
Gone is the girl in her dress
discovering her beauty
in front of the mirror.
Why do we continue towards our own demise?
Why don’t we have an off switch or a plug to pull out?
Often people ask me,
“Why did the Jews walk quietly to their own deaths?”
“Why didn’t they fight back?”
Well, now you know.
The glass isn’t half full
or half empty.
The glass is just empty.
Yet we continue to
take imaginary sips from it.
We continue hoping things
will get better
while knowing
they won’t.
It’s a refusal to acknowledge the end.
It’s a refusal to be alive anymore.