You see a glass half filled,
People say it's half full,
That's positive - they claim,
But for me, it is not the same

It's half empty - I utter,
You are a pessimist they say,
Am I? Y? I ask them, open and wide,
You are thinkin negative dude - y  dont u see the brighter side?

But it is the bright side - I say,
I see an opportunity untapped,
I feel an air of openess and freedom,
Not bound and filled with boredom.

I see open space,
a space waiting to be filled with the smell
of a lady sippin slowly,
of what is left in that glass so transparent.

I see light through the glass,
A light of what is not me,
May be a figure sitting on a chair,
I can see that clearly - without a glare.

I see an opportunity for a small fly,
to come inside the glass and buzz,
I see a small kid enjoying every
drop of water without a fuzz..

I then look at them,
Seeing their blank faces,
I ask thee,
If that is not positive, then what do you, in a half filled glass, see???