An Empty Cup

I hold in my hands an empty cup

I hadn’t known it to be so

But it was empty it was such 

Though I thought it overflowed

But nay it was empty still 

I looked and there was nothing

I thought I had it filled

It had to at least with something

The cup was once not empty it was not

It was full and it was brimming

With stuff so good I always thought

I’d always have it coming 

But alas it’s all drained out now

I hold on my hands an empty cup

I have to do something but how

What should I do to fill it up

I now see I have filled it with stuff

I thought will amount to something

But these stuff are all but fluff

It goes into the cup and becomes nothing

I thought they’d be good

I thought they’d be fine

I was wrong I was so wrong

I was totally out of line

I really need to do something

I have in my hands an empty cup

I need it filled with good things

I need it to fill it up

I need to go back to the good things

The stuff that I love so much 

The mulling, the thinking, the reading

To go back to them now I must

I have in my hands an empty cup

I now need to fill it up

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