Glass Half Full

As I finish my wine I looked at the glass, pondering why most of us pass. Life and the journey, always on GO, no time for seizing the present with glow. Chances of greatness vanish from grasp. Too late to catch them, for its gone to fast. Round and round our lives keep us bounded, to routine tasks leaving us grounded. Grounded is good, it's safe and its calm. But when do you reach out for that great song. A song that makes you feel so alive. A chance you didn't take by zooming right by. Glasses that are empty can be filled again. You may wake up each morning and start to heart win. Win the lottery instead pays your soul. The money is happiness that once was stole.