Failure. Success.

From the sketchbook. By the author.

Failure. Success.

Who made the rules,

They shipped into schools,

To turn us to fools.

I did the math,

I can count well past three,

But I’m still a number, you see,

Only partially free.

They gave me a cup,

Said drink when you can,

It’s not a plan,

More of a command.

I got to half empty,

Or half full they suggest,

I’ll do this small test,

To see which is best.

The math came in handy,

Guess what, they’re the same,

Just words rearranged,

What is this strange game?

That can’t be right,

You’ve summed it up wrong,

Half full is so strong,

Half empty’s soon gone.

The numbers don’t lie,

But who cares for what’s real?

Above what I feel,

The feels seal the deal

So the rules turn the same thing into crazy and sane,