Who Knows

Long have I known this vessel These arms extended This vision unhindered Long have I waited for an answer The questions arise Slithering like cancer Long have I seen the horizon The lightness it lays The darkness it buries Forever is a never I refuse In the back of my head Hanging on loose threads I refuse to believe, what isn't there I'm meant for greatness I'm not meant for despair I refuse to look at my palms Strong, yet empty Youthful, yet bare And the morning greets me again With hopes of persistence But who am I to force myself Resistance is my indifference Another empty hand strikes the hour And I lay still and ponder Is it the half filled glass I see Or the half empty, I wonder