The Cup
by Jason Latsky


Sometimes you feel like it's endless
But you carry on anyway.
Sometimes it's hard to move on
But you always do, with no fuel in the tank.
Sometimes it hurts
But you always find solace.

Sometimes you feel like an empty cup
Sad, lonely, collecting dust
But you know that one day
It will fill up. You may not know
Where it comes from, but
The cup fills, and you can move on.


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