Glass of Water

I wonder; is life like a glass of water.
Am I half empty or half full?
So far in life, with nothing to alter.

Yet it seems to pass by slow.
Nothing added to this glass.
Yet I still take sips,
To keep my water low.

Half empty and half full.
This water is fate seeming to pull;
All expectations and romances,
To a shunning dull.

Just a glass of water.
A countdown for lifes outcome.
Neither droughts nor monsoons.
Can reflect the aftermath.

I wonder; is life like a glass of water.
Am I half empty or half full?

-Boomer