<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482844" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Half Empty/Half Full</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This coulda been one of those days<br> I didn't feel like writing<br>A day when drugs embraced me<br>And washed my thoughts away<br>This coulda been a day I didn't feel like fighting<br>When the minutes turn to hours till the end of the day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, there will come a day when even drugs won't be enough<br>To forget mistakes and problems all surrounding us<br>Pretty soon this little world is gonna tear itself apart<br>I can feel it in my soul<br>I can feel it in my heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I crack a beer, and out the window I stare<br>My glass half empty; my glass half full<br>Thinkin' about the rich, the poor, and all our affairs<br>I'm a fuckin' genius; I'm a fuckin' fool</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The writers write, the singers sing<br>The poor stay poor; the rich hoard things<br>The thirsty and the hungry die<br>People don't care, so nobody asks, 'Why? '<br>The smoke from burnt books clouds the sky<br>Men beat their wives; Religion or cultures justify<br>While asses rot in front of TV screens<br>The masses scream - the poets still dream</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I crack a beer, and out the window I stare<br>My glass half empty; my glass half full<br>Thinkin' about the rich, the poor, and all our affairs<br>I'm a fuckin' genius; I'm a fuckin' fool. <br> - Aug.2009 -</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ray+Quesada">Ray Quesada</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482844" data-title="Half Empty/Half Full de Ray Quesada" data-description="This coulda been one of those days I didn't feel like writing A day when drugs embraced me And washed my thoughts away This coulda been a day I didn't feel like fighting When the minutes turn to hours till the end of the day But, there will come..."></div> </div> </div>

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