Emptiness, fulfillment
Both of them tied up
We’re all drinking from the same cup
Of heavenly joy or sorrow
Some drink like there is no tomorrow
While some pretend that they are not thirsty
Some drink wine, beer or liquor
While others drink religion and business
We define our lives by what we do
Whether it is charity or love of money
Whether we do it out of love
Or out of desire for fame
Can it ever satisfy us?
Can there ever be enough?
Can we not just stop
pretending
That we are not anymore empty?
Can we not stop running from ourselves
To our handmade gods?
Probably not while we are still breathing
Not until our ending
But we should try not to give up
