Even when it’s just liquid I swing to the left. And I find that nothing changes but change itself.
I Ponder if I make the right decision by wiping the liquid to the left of the table. But it feels right. It feels like the beginning of a revolution.
Why are we so afraid today of a revolution? It seemed to go pretty well for the American Revolution. But today the word revolution scares people. When FDR invented Social Security, people thought it was revolutionary and scary. But it ended up being one of the greatest thing this country has to offer. Everything good in this world starts with a revolution. The question is, will we be brave enough to start the revolution?
So yes, my cup runneth over and I wipe the liquid to the left. It won’t start a revolution, but maybe my metaphor will.
I had a cup, sitting in the middle of a table. My cup runneth over. Do you think the liquid in the cup went to the left or the right? The funny thing is, is it’s all piled up in the middle.
Now I am a child of the left wing. I am very liberal. I am very radical. I want a revolution. But the liquid in My Cup seems to have a different mentality. My gut instinct is to force of the liquid to the left side of the table. But I did not do this. I just let nature take over. And nature let the liquid hover in the middle of the table.
Perhaps I am putting too much into my liberal ways. Just because I swing to the left, doesn’t mean my cup is going to. Nature has a plan of its own.
If all of us decided in November not to vote, what do you think would happen? Would it be Anarchy? Or what our government continue to function? I have a feeling that nature would take over. No matter what I do, things seem to balance themselves out.
So my cup runneth over and it all collected in the middle. No one was looking. No one was watching. So you guessed it, I wiped that liquid to the left side of the table. And I do not feel bad about it.
In your pocket, do you carry your keys? ?
Don’t own any. Don’t drive. . If I want to enter my house I say please.
in your pocket, do you Beyond have a dime, tissue, or rag?
Don’t have any money. But I might have a dime bag.
In your pocket, do you carry a mirror?
I don’t. New wrinkles I fear.
In your pocket, do you have a picture of your love or your kid?
I do! Those things. You just don’t rid.
Some people hide their life, in a purse or a lock it.
I learned the most from what’s inside your pocket.