The wind was whining
The sky was crying
Tears fell down on the city
Winter has brought him again.

I looked into the face
Examine these eyes
Wander my sight
Trying to read emotions behind

I looked for wrinkles
If they were on forehead
If anger drew them
Or hard times

Tried to trace yet another wrinkle
Around the lips
On the cheeks
To trace a memory of smile

Cold emotionless face
Looking me in the eye
With indifference stare
And a "whatever" lie

Bored rude attitude
Telling unspoken words
"Stand still, you can't run
As much as you cannot hide"

a glass,
half full

or a glass,
half empty?

this wine,
so sweet

is a drink,
so tempting

a day,
so dark,

makes a drink,
more tempting

a night,
so bright

a drink,
still tempting

a life,
so empty

makes a drink,
most tempting

a life,
so full

a drink,
less tempting

so is your glass,
half full

or is your life,
half empty?