Half Full...

Ther is no one story to be told in a story,
not when everyone's looking for self glory.

Each eye seeing something different,
no wonder why so many are bent.

So many different perspectives,
as each play like schooled detectives.

How can one view be determined as totally false in one eye,
yet totally true in another eye?

Two different views,
depending on the shoes.

A soul to walk in,
another holding its sin.

Becareful,
when your cups only half full...