The glass is full, half-empty now,
you know we all complain
I copped a bye and grabbed the ring,
to sum up this refrain.
Or so I thought; came back with tears,
of deepest gratitude;
just down the road I sought relief
in midst of plenitude.
Will longing end, the journey cease?
With utter certainty;
the mind turns on and flips and spins
shades of insanity.