half empty , half full

fresh off the pavement
we were sitting with our minds set
not yet fully loaded
but enough so that our dreams would be read

quick through the darkness
we were swimming in abstinence
wondering which directions were left

all the voices opened
the words incredibly clear
you couldn't hear
cause you sat through the tears

it was pure
it was enduring
it was all right at the moment

but we can't savour it too much
is it not enough?
the glass appears to be
half empty

but to some
tilt your head
90 degrees
that wispy breeze
it cradled her mind
you were
half full