Is thy cup half empty or half full? Think! Does it really matter? For when we thirst we must drink. The wine is a distraction, its taste sweet and bold. Used to carry our attention from the chalice that we hold. Does our cup runneth over? Sure. Yet we drown our fears with a thirst for more. Got to let it go, let our thoughts be stilled. No longer to worry about all the wine we have spilled.
Cups | Envein
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