I’m never full.
And I’m never fully empty.
So there’s always room for more.
More to forget.
More to remember.
More of everything I do.
More of everything I wish to do.
More of everything I didn’t get to.
I’m never fully positive.
I’m never fully free of negative.
I’m never perfectly content with being where I am.
I’m never fully sure of the direction in which I am headed.
I am sensible about my optimism
And optimistic about my doubts
Leaving room for a huge quantity of realism.
A little of me goes a long way.
A lot of me is often not enough.
I could go on.
But I should stop.