It's what it is,
The title just emerged,
from deep inside myself,
an involuntary thought!
how then is it empty?
yet, full!
I ponder beyond yonder,
with words minced in wonder,
how so much thunder,
with thoughts so asunder
This empty jar is full of blunder!
I am pilling up skill,
inside, I feel it fill,
Daily, like a drill,
It's hard to sit still
a prescription like pill!
Then why it be,
Like it never were,
This Jar is Filled to full-
and unable to pour!
full of what?
Dreams?
Do's and wanna do's?
Empty some!
something else maybe,
will along come,
to fill this jar!
maybe even someone.
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