There are good lies and bad lies.
Good truths and bad truths.
There are sound reasons
for putting forever in a box,
and bad ones for caging birds.
It is our capacity to be illogical
that makes us so reasonable.
Imaginative that rescues reality.
So with my glass half full
I toast the half empty,
and thank life
for its inevitable surmise.
The incredible love I have for some,
and the unavoidable hatred
I have for others.
To be a man without perfect pitch,
who can listen,
and forgive the unforgivable.
For those who are sorry.