Give the glass another glance. 

Is the glass half full . I ask every day. Was it ever full. Or am I looking askance.

What is the running all about. Days turn to years. The running looks like a stationary dance.

Life says stop running. Appreciate my beauty. Like you used to do once.

Break the shackles. Look at the glass. It was always full. Give yourself one more chance.

For, in life you kept running without stopping. Chasing a mirage. Stop your strides. Give the glass another glance.