It’s a bit of a conundrum,

but I’ll try my best to explain,

Feel free to cut me off

If it sounds insane;

My mind is a time machine,

Returning me to the past,

So is the glass half empty or half full?

She asks.

No matter how much is poured in,

It never gets full,

It’s more like a riddle,

What do you think I should do?

(Breathe)

If what’s in your cup is enough for your thirst,

Then that’s not a problem

The source of your fear is really a feeling of lack,

Let go of what’s missing and expand what you have

Hmm...I guess you’re right.