I can’t get my head round the idea of positivism,
Sometimes I’d be happier if they called it lying.
Because in a world of glass-half-empty-half-full,
Some still call it full when things are dying.
Symbolism is funny, because it disconnects from reality,
But is the glass half full when you’re facing depravity?
How full is your glass when a tornado is foreseen?
Are you going to make it turn around with your positive sheen?
But there’s a side to this we should not forget!
Once the tornados been by, and we all got our feet wet,
Positivity really means I can get back up,
And rebuild with what I have, and top my glass up.
Because an exact half, or middle is so seldom to find,
That half full or half empty remains in the mind.
You can’t build a building till you’ve surveyed the land,
No half full glass bottle will support it on sand!
by Chris J. Barker