The Bright Side
If I were fresh water on a hot summer day
Knowing the end of life is a swallow away.
Would I be as the river and escape to the sea
becoming so brackish, none would bother me?
what if I were trapped in a drinking glass
knowing the next moment could be my last,
Would I not move and lay lifelessly still
Hoping to be spared or carelessly spilled
would I accept fate seeing the bright side
No longer in the damn glass will I abide.
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