Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Sweating glass

She stared at a sweating glass
Hoping to get answers to life's questions
From the water mixed fruit and
Transparency of container
And then she wondered if
The glass was as nervous as she was
And if, as the thoughts in her mind
Made her break out in to a cold sweat
The glass's contents were making it
Just too afraid

But then she smiled
Realizing her stupidity
The glass wasn't worried
It was just a glass
Playing its designated role as container
But her mind
Her thoughts were not awarded that comfort
For the glass maybe emptied soon
But her mind
No, not until she couldn't think anymore

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