Tis tall
But shorter than more
Less than more but more than less
It has been emptied and filled
But dirty is the water
To the plentiful amount
Then drained clean, dry
Of every drop
And never refreshed, never refilled
Left empty to collect
The dust of empty, lonesome space
No one to trust
No one to share
No one to care
Empty glass now to full
Of the dust from dry
Lonely air
To dry to be drowned
Drowned with cleansed water
Water fresh for a glass
Just this kind of glass
A glass has come
Water to be spread
Water for sharing
Water for caring
Water to wash out the dust
Wet the dry
And make a new glass
Clear glass
With nothing to hide
Just a tall glass
Filled with water
