Back on Track

I'm a little hypocritical,

A little insane, sometimes tough.

I either talk too much, too loud,

Or else I don't say quite enough.

Arrogance or pride?

There's a very fine line.

I've never learnt to skip over it,

I get lost easy, time after time.

I need to get back on track,

it's just something I need to do.

I try to keep my verse short and crisp,

But I trip over the laces of my very own shoe.

I don't know what I want to say,

But I want to say it eloquently.

I should take it step by step,

Instead of killing myself gently.

I need to get back on track,

Do some searching of the made-up soul.

I'm just a sum of my individual peculiarities,

I'm just another seeker, yet another fool.

I don't trust the world one bit,

But I trust it'll all work out just fine.

Without the bright lights, the sweating,

On my own, I'll manage to shine.

I'm not right, I know it,

But a child can dream, can't she?

Today I'm answerable, I'm here,

Tomorrow I'll be gone, I'll be free.

Nothing happens of its own accord,

But there's the catch; some things do.

I believed it was either black or white,

Now I see there's no lies, and nothing true.

I need to get back on track,

And I swear I know I should.

If I knew where that track was,

I'd get back there, I would.

Glass Half Full

I look carefully, just like you,

But I don't see what you say you do.

You tell me the glass is so full,

You say it's more than enough.

Why can't I see the same?

Why is it so tough?

All I see is the emptiness,

I see what could have been.

You shrug at me, you say,

I'll see what you have seen.

Time goes by and seasons pass,

Our previous meeting was not our last.

Life's been good, say I to you,

You've changed, I see, so have I.

I tell you to see the beauty,

But you don't look me in the eye.

I can see the beauty in the glass half full,

I don't see the emptiness of that day.

You sigh and ask why it's so empty,

I smile, tell you you'll see again,

Someday.