Half-Life

[Hook]
Half empty and half full life vision is impaired
My life glass is always full
Half with water, half with air
In life i try to outrun time but time runs out before im done
Fatigued i walk the fine line between fine lines and wide ones

Path follow
Half hollow
Half solid, part sorrow
Positive tomorrow won't be positive… pride swallowed
The answer to this lifes message? this age is a mess
And Im just here to get mine before i reach the mountain crest
See life’s a glass of wine and mine’s filled, for real
But wine’s ill, and sometimes wine might spill
But wine stains brains intoxicated thought, pisa tower tilt
Thoughts bloom to let idea flowers wilt
Two lips (tulips) arose (a rose) to plant these seeds in desert sands
A pleasant peasant plan to harvest fruit on dry weathered land
Plan foiled, times sand damns soil, forms sand storm abrasions
Wounded walk, no forced creation
Empty, or full
Step up and take your pick
Ironically most empty minds are quite full…
Full of shit
And I ain't talking fertilizer, fool
Im talking sewage pipe clogging waste, and a cesspool
See lifes a bill, and time is money… how much do you have left?
I stretch time partially paying all my bills before death collects
And life is a four letter word and death ain't?
The best artists, ain't always blessed with the best paint
I painted pictures in mud
Ive painted pictures in blood
I painted pictures of pictures, painting pictures is my love
I painted pictures with rhymes
I painted pictures in time
I painted pictures with scriptures
Painting pictures in minds

[Hook]
Half empty and half full life vision is impaired
My life glass is always full
Half with water, half with air
In life i try to outrun time but time runs out before im done
Fatigued i walk the fine line between fine lines and wide ones

Shall we continue? On to lifes menu
Glance to the right side, the prices high but still I tend to
Order an appetizer of pain
Before the main course
An entree of sanity loss, with nice spicy anarchy sauce
Hurt for dessert, with pessimistic dip
I believe the Mr. Pink demeanor, leaving her no tip
I think Im a dreamer trapped
In a self created sadomasochistic trip
Equipped with a meat cleaver sharp wit
A meager attempt to deal with it before my life slips
Into nothingness
Or shifts to the unlikely event of fluffiness
Of cloud 9 residence
Move blind forward
With no hesitance
With four words
"Live as a pessimist"
Cursed to expect the worst
But hope for the best
My disappointment meets pestilence
Since birth I should have walked lifes precipice
Approach hope leaving behind the decadence
Of self inflicted negative messages
Plus repetitive
Faulty life lessons
An impacting impression
Never under estimate the power of self suggestion
I finished lifes meal, satisfied post digestion
And die to realize i wasted half my life upon depression

(sampled from the movie Dogma)
Im tired of all this cryptic bullshit
Im physically and psychologically exhausted
Im ready to kick back and welcome the end of existence
Why me?
Of all the people on the god damned planet, why me?